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Rh pets, that there was many a gallant and noble fellow among them. I remember on one occasion that I was detailed to report to a Captain of the Fourth Tennessee Regiment (Colonel Farquharson, called "Guidepost,"); I have forgotten that Captain's name. He was a small-sized man, with a large, long set of black whiskers. He was the Captain, and I the Corporal of the detail. We were ordered to take a company of the Georgia militia on a scout. We went away around to our extreme right wing, passing through Terry's mill pond, and over the old battle-field of the 22nd, and past the place where General Walker fell, when we came across two ladies. One of them kept going from one tree to another, and saying, "This pine tree, that pine tree: this pine tree, that pine tree." On answer to our inquiry, they informed us that the young woman's husband was killed on the 22nd, and had been buried under a pine tree, and she was nearly crazy because she could not find his dead body. We passed on, and as soon as we came in sight of the old line of Yankee breastworks, an unexpected volley of minnie balls was fired into our ranks, killing this Captain of the Fourth Tennessee Regiment, and killing and wounding seven or eight of the Georgia militia. I hallooed to lay down, as soon as possible, and a perfect whizz of minnie balls passed over, when I immediately gave the command of attention, forward, charge and capture that squad. That Georgia militia, every man of them, charged forward, and in a few moments we ran into a small squad of Yankees, and captured the whole "lay out." We then carried back to camp the dead Captain and the killed and wounded militia. I had seen a great many men killed and wounded, but some how or other these dead and wounded men, of that day, made a more serious impression on my mind than in any previous or subsequent battles. They were buried with all the honors of war, and I never will forget the incidents and scenes of this day as long as I live.

One morning our regiment was ordered to march,