We have had a glorious fight this afternoon. Drove the
Yankees from the start and kept them going as fast as we could follow until
dark. Major Beckham and Capt. Breathed and I were with my Howitzer which was
the first piece of Artillery fired. The fight began about half past five. The
first shot the Yankee Artillery fired was a spherical case: one of the bullets
struck me on the arm. It was however, entirely spent. Three of our pieces and
one of McGregor's were the only ones of the Horse Artillery engaged. I wrote
last night, but don't know whether you got it. Don't look to hear from me until
the fighting is over, for there are no mails. It is all mere chance as to
getting a letter to you. Out of our three pieces we only lost one man. He was
killed. I write by moonlight on a limber chest and on Yankee paper. Our men in
the highest possible spirits. Everything is bright.
SOURCE: Louise Wigfall Wright, A Southern Girl in
’61, p. 129-30
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