The Yankees wanted to celebrate the day.

They thought it was their lucky day; but old Joe thought he had as much right to celebrate the Sabbath day of American Independence as the Yankees had, and we celebrated it.

About dawn, continued boom of cannon reverberated over the hills as if firing a Fourth of July salute.

I was standing on top of our works, leveling them off with a spade.

A sharpshooter fired at me, but the ball missed me and shot William A.Graham through the heart.