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3 miles at double-quick, thro’ wood & water
knee-deep. Just as we came within
range Col. Riley halted us to catch
breath, & made a brief speech, saying that
“they were probably the last words he
should say to us, but that any man
who did not want to go in, might go
back.” Not a man, I believe, refused to “go
in,” and we dashed up the road through
an opening in the breast-work, and took
a position where rebels, concealed by rifle –
pits, logs, & brush-wood, had a fine cross-
-fire at us from both sides of the road,
agreeably varied by the shell, shot, &
grape from the redoubts & Fort Ma-
gruder. I give a sketch of our position below
[sketch of position -sketch is described on next page]