I wished I could make myself invisible.

I think I was invisible.

I felt that way anyhow.
I felt like the boy who wanted to go to the wedding, but had no shoes.
Cassabianca never had such feelings as I had that livelong day.
Say, captain, say, if yet my task be done?
And yet the sweeping waves rolled on, And answered neither yea nor nay.
About two or three o'clock, a column of Yankees advancing to the attack swept right over where I was standing.

I was trying to stand aside to get out of their way, but the more I tried to get out of their way, the more in their way I got.

I was carried forward, I knew not whither.
We soon arrived at the foot of the ridge, at our old breastworks.
I recognized Robert Brank's old corn stalk house, and Alf Horsley's fort, an old log house called Fort Horsley.