United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
"There was now a prospect of warm work and plenty of it. For the life
of me I can't tell you how the battle began. Our men came forward in an
irregular manner, rushing onward impetuously, halting unnecessarily,
with no master mind directing. It seemed at first as if the mere
momentum of the march carried us under the enemy's fire; and then there
was foolish delay. By the aid of my powerful glass I was convinced that
we might have walked right over the first thin Rebel line on the ridge
nearest us.
"The artillery exchanged shots awhile. Regiments under the command of
General Burnside deployed in the fields to the left of the road down
which we had come; skirmishers were thrown out rapidly and began their
irregular firing at an absurd distance from the enemy. There was
hesitancy, delay; and the awkwardness of troops unaccustomed to act
together in large bodies was enhanced by the excitement inseparable
from their first experience of real war.
"In spite of all this the battlefield began to present grand and
inspiring effects. The troops were debouching rapidly from the woods,
their bayonets gleaming here and there through the dust raised by their
hurrying feet, and burning in serried lines when they were ranged under
the cloudless sun. In every movement made by every soldier the metal
points in his accoutrements flashed and scintillated. Again there was
something very spirited in the appearance of a battery rushed into
position at a gallop--the almost instantaneous unlimbering, the
caissons moving to the rear, and the guns at the same moment thundering
their defiance, while the smoke, lifting slowly on the heavy air, rises
and blends with that of the other side, and hangs like a pall to
leeward of the field. The grandest thing of all, however, was the
change in the men. The uncouth, coarsely jesting, blackberry-picking
fellows that lagged and straggled to the battle became soldiers in
their instincts and rising excitement and courage, if not in
machine-like discipline and coolness. As I rode here and there I could
see that they were erect, eager, and that their eyes began to glow like
coals from their dusty, sunburned visages. If there were occasional
evidences of fear, there were more of resolution and desire for the
fray.
"The aspect of affairs on the ridge, where the enemy awaited us, did
not grow encouraging. With my glass I could see re-inforcements coming
up rapidly during our delay. New guns were seeking position, which was
scarcely taken before there was a puff of smoke and their iron message.
Heavens! what a vicious sound those shells had! something between a
whiz and a shriek. Even the horses would cringe and shudder when one
passed over them, and the men would duck their heads, though the
missile was thirty feet in the air. I suppose there was some awfully
wild firing on both sides; but I saw several of our men carried to the
rear. But all this detail is an old, old story to you, Major."
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