I was simply a soldier of the line, and I only write of the things I saw.

I was in every battle, skirmish and march that was made by the First Tennessee Regiment during the war, and I do not remember of a harder contest and more evenly fought battle than that of Perryville.

If it had been two men wrestling, it would have been called a "dog fall." Both sides claim the victory--both whipped.
I stood picket in Perryville the night before the battle--a Yankee on one side of the street, and I on the other.

We got very friendly during the night, and made a raid upon a citizen's pantry, where we captured a bucket of honey, a pitcher of sweet milk, and three or four biscuit.
The old citizen was not at home--he and his whole household had gone visiting, I believe.

In fact, I think all of the citizens of Perryville were taken with a sudden notion of promiscuous visiting about this time; at least they were not at home to all callers.
At length the morning dawned.