The continued roar of battle sounded like unbottled thunder.

Blood covered the ground, and the dense smoke filled our eyes, and ears, and faces.

The groans of the wounded and dying rose above the thunder of battle.

But being heavily supported by Cleburne's division, and by General L.E.Polk's brigade, headed and led by General Cleburne in person, and followed by the First and Twenty-seventh up the blazing crest, the Federal lines waver, and break and fly, leaving us in possession of their breastworks, and the battlefield, and I do not know how many pieces of artillery, prisoners and small arms.
Here is where Major Allen, Lieutenant Joe Carney, Captain Joe Carthell, and many other good and brave spirits gave their lives for the cause of their country.

They lie today, weltering in their own life's blood.
It was one of the bloody battles that characterized that stormy epoch, and it was the 22nd of July, and one of the hottest days I ever felt.
General George Maney led us in the heat of battle, and no general of the war acted with more gallantry and bravery during the whole war than did General George Maney on this occasion.
The victory was complete.