There was a disposition on the part of a few brigades on the Union right
to get back across the Rapidan without waiting for orders Friday
night. Gen. Gordon of Georgia made a desperate effort to demoralize the
Federals by charging Grant's right, coming in on the flank. He gobbled
up a brigade or two, and sent a good many blue-coats flying back
toward the river. But the fugitives could not find their way out of the
Wilderness, and they halted before going far, for fear they would
get turned around and run into the enemy. The gallant Sedgwick again
demonstrated his fighting qualities. He did not intend that the colors
of the sixth corps--the banner with the Greek cross--should go down.
Sedgwick brought order out of chaos. He drove back the Confederates and
saved the day--or the night, as Gordon's charge was made after darkness
had set in.
Every hour or so during the night, the Johnnies would give us the rebel
yell. These outbreaks occasioned alarm on our side at first, but after
the terrible din had died out several times without the appearance of
the boys in butternut, we concluded that the enemy was shouting to keep
up courage for a general attack in the morning.
We had no opportunity to sleep--I mean to go into camp and stretch our
weary bodies at full length on the ground for a season. About the time
we would begin to congratulate ourselves on the prospects of a nap we
would be ordered into the saddle, ready to repel an attack. There were
any number of false alarms. Old soldiers will remember how exasperating
it was to be hustled out at the dead of night, marched here and
there--“up and down and through the middle”--only to find that somebody
had made a bull. We marched several times during the night, sometimes
going a hundred yards. When daylight came Saturday morning we found
ourselves within three hundred yards of the spot where we bivouacked
Friday night. We had been moved around like men on a checker-board--one
man trying to catch another in the double corner, so to speak; “hawing
and geeing,” as a Berkshire boy expressed it.
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