We promptly shell off those sides of bacon and sacks of hard-tack that we had worried and tugged with all day long.

Bang, bang, siz, siz.
We are ordered to load and fire promptly and to hold our position.
Yonder they come, a whole division.

Our regiment is the only regiment in the action.

They are crowding us; our poor little handful of men are being killed and wounded by scores.

There is General George Maney badly wounded and being carried to the rear, and there is Moon, of Fulcher's battalion, killed dead in his tracks.