I asked the litter corps, "Who have you there ?" And one answered, "Captain Asa G.Freeman." I asked if he was dangerously wounded, and he simply said, "Shot through both thighs," and passed on.

About this time we heard the whoops and cheers of the cavalry, and knew that the Yankees were whipped and falling back.
We marched forward and occupied the place held by the cavalry.

The trees looked as if they had been cut down for new ground, being mutilated and shivered by musket and cannon balls.

Horses were writhing in their death agony, and the sickening odor of battle filled the air.

Well, well, those who go to battle may expect to die.