Our pickets had run in and reported a night attack.

We ran forward, expecting that our men would recognize us, but they opened fire upon us.

I never was as bad scared in all my whole life, and if any poor devil ever prayed with fervency and true piety, I did it on that occasion.

I thought, "I am between two fires." I do not think that a flounder or pancake was half as flat as I was that night; yea, it might be called in music, low flat..