568 NortH Caroiina Troops, 1861-65.

right were immovable, and we were obliged to remain in
position under a galling fire from artillery and musketry.
General MacRae was absent, and I rode over to General
ooke on the extreme right, which was protected by our
sharpshooters, which had been lent to General Cooke, and I
suggested that as the troops between us would not advance,
we do so, and uniting in front of them, make the charge
which had been ordered; but General Cooke would not con-
sent to move without the rest of the line, and I returned to
the brigade to find it anxious to advance, and disappointed
that it was not permitted to do so.

In my memory is vividly stamped the figure and face of
Major C. M. Stedman, of the Forty-fourth, as he advanced
to meet me, his sword drawn and raised, calling out in loud
tone, “Our men are ready to advance and only await the
command.”” I was very much tempted to give the command,
and have many a time since wished I had.

But, the object of this recital is to show the unconquerable
spirit and pluck of the brigade, and its perfect discipline.
After night, when under orders from General Lee, we were
preparing to withdraw, I received a severe wound which dis-
abled me till after the army surrendered two months later.

The achievements of the brigade from Hatcher’s Run to
Appomattox are told in several regimental accounts. Its
valor, its daring spirit, its discipline, its cheerful endurance
of cold, hunger and every hardship, its faithfulness unto
death from start to finish of its brilliant career, entitle it to
rank with the best troops of any clime, any country, any time.

Pettigrew and MacRae are gone. Kirkland lingers on the
Border Land. Of the Staff, Hughes, a perfect type of ef-
ficiency in the Adjutant-General’s Department, was mortally
wounded on 3 July at Gettysburg and died a few days after
at Martinsburg. The brilliant McCreery was killed on 1
July at Gettysburg. Baker, gentle, good, brave, lovable, has
long since laid his burdens down and been at rest. Those of
us who remain are marching toward the setting sun.

Louis G. Youna.

Savannaun, Ga.,
13 December, 1901.