Identifier: reminiscencesorf00dyer (find matches)
Title: Reminiscences, or, Four years in the Confederate Army : a history of the experiences of the private soldier in camp, hospital, prison, on the march, and on the battlefield, 1861 to 1865
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: Dyer, Jno. Will Dyer, Amelia W
Subjects: Dyer, Jno Will Confederate States of America. Army Military life
Publisher: Evansville, Ind. : Keller Print. and Pub. Co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ed the wayfor the biggest row of the season. He soon found thathe had bit off more than he could chaw and sent forGeneral Walker to help him. General Walker had hisfriends and they had theirs, and after all got into it, therewas the biggest mess you ever saw. A dog fight in theold three days election times wasnt a patchin. Theball opened right early on the morning of the 19th of Sep-tember and brigade after brigade became engaged untilthere were two solid walls of tire ten miles long, opposingeach other, breathing death and destruction to brave andnoble men who freely gave their lives to vindicate a prin-ciple. No pen can describe the battle of Chickamauga.The desultory firing on the right as the troops were tak-ing position w as the first intimation that the battle hadbegun, but soon it gathered force and like a great stormapproached nearer and nearer till we, too, were orderedforward to take part in the hurricane and add our mightto the furious wave of destruction which was sweeping
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Maj. Robert Cobb, COBBS BATTERY. BY A PRIVATE SOLDIER. 125 over the field. My experience had been as a cavalrymanand while it was not unusual for us to have a scrap*every day, and sometimes several of them, we had neverbeen called on to engage in a regular bull dog fight.About the time we began to move forward I was verymuch of the opinion that if the foolishness wasnt stop-ped somebody would get hurt. Every old soldier knowswhat a tension is drawn on the nerves w^hen the skirmishline begins to drop in its scattering bullets. How wick-ed they sound as they come in with their spat and nowand then strike some unfortunate with a thud thatsounds horrible in the extreme, and now and then a shellcomes along with its terrible scream, ^Johnnie w^har isye, and you feel like you want to be at home with moth-er. Every soldier knows that this is the trying moment.Our line began to show some signs of confusion andthings looked very uncertain when General Helm gavethe order, ^forward, ^steady men,

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