He said to us, "Give 'em goss, boys.
That's right, my brave First Tennessee.

Give 'em Hail Columbia!" We halted but a moment, and said I, "Colonel, where are you wounded ?" He answered in a deep bass voice, "My son, I am wounded in the arm, in the leg, in the head, in the body, and in another place which I have a delicacy in mentioning." That is what the gallant old Colonel said.
Advancing a little further on, we saw General Albert Sidney Johnson surrounded by his staff and Governor Harris, of Tennessee.

We saw some little commotion among those who surrounded him, but we did not know at the time that he was dead.

The fact was kept from the troops.
About noon a courier dashed up and ordered us to go forward and support General Bragg's center.

We had to pass over the ground where troops had been fighting all day.
I had heard and read of battlefields, seen pictures of battlefields, of horses and men, of cannon and wagons, all jumbled together, while the ground was strewn with dead and dying and wounded, but I must confess that I never realized the "pomp and circumstance" of the thing called glorious war until I saw this.