Then, "Forward, guide center, march!" were words re-repeated by colonels and captains.

They debouched through the woods, and passed out of sight in a little ravine, when we saw them emerge in an open field and advance right upon the Federal breastworks.

It was the grandest spectacle I ever witnessed.

We could see the smoke and dust of battle, and hear the shout of the charge, and the roar and rattle of cannon and musketry.

But Breckinridge's division continued to press forward, without wavering or hesitating.