The different corps
had only taken such positions yesterday as they could in the dark, but today
troops were constantly being brought forward and assigned positions as best
they could. Our regiment was still in the front. Skirmishing commenced early in
the morning. Company E advancing. I had charge of the skirmishers. They drove
the rebel pickets in and took an advanced position. They were not strong
enough, and I went back to the regiment and brought forward Company K, Captain
Reid. They were advancing over a hill, when Captain Reid was shot through the
wrist. He was taken to the rear and had his arm amputated that day. He was a
brave man and a surveyor by profession, and should he survive would miss his
arm and hand terribly. Two companies from Logan's Division relieved us and we
rejoined the regiment. General Ransom ordered me to reconnoiter and see if I
could not find a way to join the brigade to Sherman's left without cutting
through the cane brakes, which were as thick as they could grow. I never had
such work in all my life, climbing up and down ravines, my horse at one time
getting so tangled that I was afraid I would have to leave him—through cane,
over and under fallen trees, guided by the sound of artillery, until I found
the artillery, which to my agreeable surprise was Batteries A and B, Chicago
Light Artillery. I stayed but a few moments and hastened to report to General
Ransom. Bullets were flying thick, but I fortunately escaped being hit. I had
found a good road and led the brigade to the position assigned us; got into
position at once and ordered to charge at two p. m. Started forward up a steep
hill and across an open field, when the Rebs opened on us, killing and wounding
twenty of the regiment in five minutes—one shell took a file clean out of
Company D, killing every man. We could not reply as they were behind
entrenchments. We sought shelter in a ravine, leaving our dead on the field
until night. At night we had a burial party, buried them, and a hundred men
were detailed to throw up rifle pits along the brow of the hill we had crossed.
All worked silently; the Rebs would oссаsionally open on us with artillery and
musketry, but no harm was done.
SOURCE: Joseph
Stockton, War Diary (1862-5) of Brevet Brigadier General Joseph
Stockton, p. 15
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