History of the Second Massachusetts Regiment of Infantry: Beverly Ford | Page 5

goading
him on in his aimless flight. In this moment of intense excitement, the
Rebels give way on the left. Our troopers follow in hot pursuit. On they
go, over the dead and dying. At the sound of the "recall," back they
come, to take breath and re-form at the rallying ground to which Ames'
skirmishers move forward, to regain their connection and establish a
more advanced line of battle. Although the infantry occupied the centre
of the line, their operations were not confined to this point. They were
sent in small detachments to different parts of the field, to support
artillery, and, at times, even to engage the enemy, when opportunity
offered. The line officers bore a thorough test of their experience and
training during a day of perpetual activity.
The "Reserve Brigade" had gone into action. There were to be no fresh
troops in waiting. Every one was needed at the front.
The Rebels made desperate attempts to capture the ford, and pressed us
hard on the right. This part of our line made little progress, and was
forced at times to assume simply the defensive.
Two squadrons of the Second Dragoons were withdrawn to assist in
covering the approaches to the ford.
The Rebels made another desperate charge. It seemed, this time, as if
they would carry all before them. But we stood our ground, and opened
on them at close quarters with the guns; and Ames' men plied their
rifles, making every bullet tell. The enemy lost heavily, and came to a
stand. The Dragoons dropped their carbines, and, drawing sabres,
rushed upon them, driving them off in confusion.
It was hot work all along the line; and, although our cavalry suffered
severely at times, nothing could surpass their gallant conduct.
The Sixth Pennsylvania, in charging the enemy near St. James' Church,

were badly punished by the Rebel artillery, and had to withdraw with
heavy loss of officers, men, and horses. Their gallant commander,
Major Morris, whose horse fell upon him, was left a prisoner in the
enemy's hands. The Second Dragoons also suffered severely at this
point.
Much to our relief, the enemy now appeared to be attacked in the rear,
as they made no further attempt to capture the ford, and the force in our
front was evidently reduced.
A Rebel battery now opened from a bit of woods about six hundred
yards in front, while we were making disposition to advance our right,
and our guns unlimbered upon a knoll in the open fields in front and to
the right of the ford; and a lively cannonade ensued. I was skirmishing
nearer to the centre of the line with my own company and Company
"F," the latter under command of Captain, then Lieutenant, Parker, and
was ordered with these two companies to support the guns on the knoll.
On the way, I was joined by Colonel, then Captain, Stevenson of the
Third Wisconsin, who had been ordered to the same duty. General
Buford and some staff officers were standing near the guns, their horses
awaiting them in the rear, where the artillery horses had taken refuge.
Part of the Tenth Virginia Cavalry were on foot behind a stone wall
down in the open fields in front; and they endeavored to interfere with
us as much as possible while we were posting Lieutenant Parker with
two men as a "lookout" to apprise us of any movement on the part of
the enemy. They had already annoyed our artillery very much, popping
at them with their carbines.
Captain Stevenson and I lay down with our companies in the usual
position of artillery supports, about thirty yards in rear, while our guns
belched forth their fire and smoke, and the enemy's shells came
howling overhead and bursting behind us with that spiteful, sharp,
clean-cut bang which we used to know so well.
Having nothing to do as yet but smoke our pipes, we lolled on the grass
and studied our cavalry friends. Custer was the most striking figure in
the group, with his fanciful uniform, his long hair, and spirited manner.

He seemed to enjoy the shelling, and appeared to beam all over, almost
dancing with excitement.
Other staff officers arrived from time to time, and, plunging into the
group, on their reeking horses, spoke to General Buford, and then
dashed away again. The fight seemed still going on in the centre and on
the left, which had advanced considerably; but our view was somewhat
obstructed by clumps of woods.
General Buford, whom we had never seen before, impressed us with his
commanding presence and his manly and picturesque simplicity of
dress. He looked as if his division might idolize him, as it was said they
did. He seemed much annoyed at the Tenth Virginia Cavalry behind the