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Title: The story of American heroism; thrilling narratives of personal adventures during the great Civil war, as told by the medal winners and roll of honor men
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: Wallace, Lew, 1827-1905
Subjects: United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Personal narratives
Publisher: Springfield, O., J.W. Jones
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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the rest. Gallop-ing in the direction of the firing, which was receding, I was halted by GeneralRosser, who directed me to a point further to the left where the enemy wasadvancing. I went in here and after repeated charges and counter-charges over thesame ground, succeeding in holding the enemy off until night put an end tothe contest. This action was as hot as any I was ever in. My battle flag wasshot down five times. I had two horses shot under me, and I lost in killed andwounded neaily half my men and horses. Hungry and weary we lay down to rest, but had hardly got to sleepbefore we were aroused and ordered to move forward and take post in front, asadvance guard of the army. We moved out about ten p. m. and took the weary march, leavingGeneral Longstreets infantry buried in sleep. The moon was shining brightly, and as we moved along signs of thedemoralization of the troops preceding us met us on every side. Musketshad been thrown away by the dozen, showing that the men had left the
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Io < < AMERICAN HEROISM. 637 ranks in groups. These poor fellows, starved, weary, and worn out, had lostheart and given up the contest. A train of wagons moving slowly and wearily along blocked the road,and not being able to pass at that point the column was halted and the mendismounted for a short rest. I took my bridle rein over my horses head and sat down on the road side,and involuntarily I fell asleep. When I awoke brigade and wagon train hadgone, and my sleeping men were the only occupants of the road. I arousedthem and pushed forward as fast as possible, but was unable to overtake thebrigade until noon of the next day. I was more than glad to find them in a piece of woods on the side of aroad, and to find my regimental wagon train and commissary there. Thiswas the first time I had seen them since leaving Richmond. The men and horses had been fed and we started forward and arrived atAppomattox Court House just as the day was closing. We thought ourselves well ahead of the

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