When we got to General Cleburne, he came forward and asked General Polk if he was badly wounded, and General Polk remarked, laughingly: "Well, I think I will be able to get a furlough now." This is a fact.

General Polk's leg had been shot almost entirely off.

I remember the foot part being twisted clear around, and lying by his side, while the blood was running through the litter in a perfect stream.

I remember, also, that General Cleburne dashed a tear from his eye with his hand, and saying, "Poor fellow," at once galloped to the front, and ordered an immediate advance of our lines.

Cleburne's division was soon engaged.