arm, and a shot from the enemy pierced his brain, and he was instantly killed. The next day we were moved to the right of our army and held in reserve nearly the entire day, and late in the evening participated in the final charge over the enemy’s breastworks of black-jack logs, and Chickamauga was ours, and the enemy on retreat to Chattanooga, ten miles distant. General Bragg has been much criticised because he did not capture General Rosecrans’s army before it was safely ensconced in the forts upon which we had expended so much labor. If General Bragg had had a sufficient force of fresh cavalry, the feat might have been accomplished; but it must be borne in mind that we had been on the move some five days and nights, with little sleep and short rations, and when the final charge came, about dusk of September 20, our men fell down with the dead and wounded of the enemy inside of their former breastworks, and went to sleep. The next day we moved leisurely up to the crest of Missionary Ridge, and we lost comrade Eugene Topp, of Pulaski, who was shot by the enemy’s pickets as we ascended the ridge. From Missionary Ridge we could see the enemy scattered around Chattanooga, and occupying our former forts. We moved down from the ridge and went into camp at the base, facing toward Chattanooga. We also occupied Lookout Mountain, and had one piece of artillery on the Point; but we could not throw a shell to the Nashville and Chattanooga depot, which was about three miles distant on an air line. Soon afterwards General Grant succeeded General Rosecrans, and he had a lot of guns casemated at Moccasin Point. We could look down on his batteries, but we could not depress our pieces so as to give him any trouble. A party of us would gather at the Point to attract his fire, and as soon as we would see the smoke, down we would fall, and the shell would whiz over us. Our pickets were on the bench of the mountain below the Craven House, and extended up Lookout Creek. A shell from Moccasin Point killed and wounded five of our men at one time. I was on picket duty one day on Lookout Creek, a Federal on the other side. You could take a run and jump across. I asked him how rations were. He replied that they were living on ox-tail soup. He said that Joe Wheeler had burned a number of bridges on the Nashville and Chattanooga Railroad between Nashville and Chattanooga, and that General Grant had started a train of some two hundred wagons with commissary stores, and when they reached Sequatchie Valley Joe Wheeler again appeared on the scene and burned the entire train; the army was therefore greatly reduced in supplies.