The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, August 05, 1915, Page NINE, Image 9
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! A Battle Within a
Battle
By M. QUAD
Copyright, 1915, by the McClure
Newspaper Syndicate.
Our battery bad been doing splendid
service. From our position on tbe
right we could see tbe shells drop into
the woods and break up the formation
of the Confederate cavalry every time
they left cover.
We knew where they were. Jeb
Stuart's old troopers were there; Wade
Hampton's dragoons were there?Imboden,
Kosser, Mosby?every Confederate
cavalry command we had fongbt
in Virginia was making ready In the
shelter of the woods to charge on our
left flank.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The gunners knew what was at
stake. The orders were to die at the
guns if the position could not be held.
For half an hour their bursting shells
kept the front clear, and we of the
cavalry cheered them.
Out from the cover of the forest at
half n dozen places gallop the gray
troopers by hundreds. They wheel to
the right and left, form in two lines,
take their distance, close up with a
trembling motion, and now there will
be a grand charge. The shells burst
in front of them, among them, but
discipline is stronger than the fear of
death.
Less than 300 of us?all cavalry?to
support the battery. If that mob of
gray riders ever reaches the foot of the
slope we shall be picked up and sent
whirling like dry leaves in a hurricane.
The fire of the six guns becomes more
rapid. It is truly terrible, but in their
haste the gunners do less execution.
"Left wheel! Forward! Right dress!"
Just 278 of us by actual couut as we
dress In two ranks. What are we going
to do?
"Draw sabers! Forward! Trot! Gallop!
Charge!"
They are driving us down at that
body of men?ten times our numberto
break and check the charge. If we
can stop them for ten minutes the battery
will be saved by the infantry. We
oblique to the left as we go to close up.
We are a living wedge, driving down
to enter a living mass and split it in
twain.
The wedge enters. The wedge drives
ahead over fallen horses and dismounted
men. yelling, slashing, cutting, keeping
their pace. A trooper slashes at
me. a horse goes down in front of
mine, I feel myself falling with my
ttion 1 nm nnt nf thp fierht
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for a moment
The darkness which enshrouded
things passes away after a bit, and 1
and my horse lying across my feet
with the saddle flap so holding him
that his dead body must be lifted up
to get me out.
The charge of the gray troopers
was broken. That wedge drove right
through the mass and turned to attack
them in the rear. Swirling about in
circles like the vulture of war, the
mass of men edges away until the
field about me is clear of all but the
dead and wounded. I've got a saber
cut on the shoulder and can feel the
warm blood bathing my arm, but I
know I could walk away if 1 could
get my feet clear. I am working to
extricate them when I hear boofbeats
behind me. The next moment a riderless
horse dashes up and comes to a
halt He has not been hit, but he has
left his rider dead back there in the
stubble, a Federal captain.
The horse stands pawing and snorting
when out from the whirl of death,
half a mile away, breaks a chestnut
charger and comes galloping down
upon us. There is blood on the saddle
flaps?drops of blood on his shiny
flanks. It is not his blood, but that of
the Confederate man who rode him.
and who has been cut down by a stroke
of the saber.
It is gray versus chestnut?Federal
versus Confederate. The newcomer Ls
still a hundred feet away, when the
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j complaining sound which no man ever
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grows louder ? nearer ? crash! The
j horses were fifty feet away, and it
! must have struck one of them. There
| was a cloud of smoke, a whizzing of
1 ragged fiugments. and when I could
see again both horses were down?torn
and mangled and almost blotted ofT the
face of the earth by the awful force
of the explosion.
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back and mouth opeu, and as I watch
them I forget that shells are screaming,
bullets whistling and the saber doing
bloody work within sound of tny
voice. As the two horses come together
they rear up, neigh defiance at each
other and a fight begins?a battle within
a battle. Each seems embued with
a deadly hatred for the other, and to
be determined to destroy his antagonist.
Of a sudden I realize that they are
close upon me. In their mad fury they
see neither dead nor wounded?hear
not the shout and shot of battle.
The gray kicks a dead man aside as
he barks up for a fresh effort; the
chestnut tramples the life out of a
wounded man as he dances about
They will be over me if 1 do not stop
them. The heels of the gray are throwing
dirt into my face as 1 unsiing my
carbine and rest it across my dead
horse for a shot I fire at the gray, as
he is the nearer and the greater menace.
but the bullet misses the target
At that moment they begin to work to
the left, and in the next they are past
i me, leaping over dead horses and tram;
pling on dead men as they scream and
; bite and kick.