I laid down by the fire and went to sleep, but how long I had slept I knew not, when I felt a rough hand grab me and give me a shake, and the fellow said, "Are you going to sleep here, and let the Yankees cut your throat ?" I opened my eyes, and asked, "Who are you ?" He politely and pleasantly, yet profanely, told me that he was General Walker (the poor fellow was killed the 22nd of July, at Atlanta), and that I had better get further.
He passed on and waked others.

Just then, General Cleburne and staff rode by me, and I heard one of his staff remark, "General, here is a ditch, or gully, that will make a natural breastwork." All I heard General Cleburne say was, "Er, eh, eh!" I saw General Lucius E.Polk's brigade form on the crest of the hill.
I went a little further and laid down again and went to sleep.

How long I had lain there, and what was passing over me, I know nothing about, but when I awoke, here is what I saw: I saw a long line of blue coats marching down the railroad track.

The first thought I had was, well, I'm gone up now, sure; but on second sight, I discovered that they were prisoners.

Cleburne had had the doggondest fight of the war.