I won't write at length till I get a decent chance. I caught
the greatest pelting with all sorts of artillery projectiles to-day, you ever
saw, but no hurt therefrom. I could not help being amused, despite the
uncomfortable situation, by the distinguished “queue” of gentlemen, behind a
big oak! There was a civilian friend of Grant's, and an aide-de-camp of General
Barnard (a safe place to hold), and sundry other personages, all trying to
giggle and all wishing themselves at City Point! As to yours truly, he wasn't
going to get behind trees, so long as old George G. stood out in front and took
it. “Ah!” said Rosey, with the mild commendation of a master to a pupil: “oh!
you did remember what I did say. I have look at you, and you did not doge!” It
don't do to dodge with Hancock's Staff about; they would never forgive you. At
length says the General: “This is pretty hot: it will kill some of our horses.”
We came out on a big reconnaissance, which may be turned into a move or not,
according to results. I rather fancy the enemy's line is too long to be turned
by what troops we have to dispose.
SOURCE: George R. Agassiz, Editor, Meade’s
Headquarters, 1863-1865: Letters of Colonel Theodore Lyman from the Wilderness
to Appomattox, p. 250-1
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