ther
occasion I had begged him to send his idle regiments to support
another line, battling with thrice its numbers, and the 'Old Sumter
Hero' had declined." (Haskell narrative, page 62.)

If Haskell, or any other first lieutenant, would dare to have had the
impudence to direct a Major General, and he a graduate of West Point, a
soldier of distinction in the Mexican War, and placed in command of the
First Corps upon the death of Gen. Reynolds, is it not more than likely,
indeed, does it not seem certain that such a presumptuous lieutenant would
have been sent back to his command under guard, if not committed to the
guard house?

And did not Capt. Daniel Hall, an Aide upon General Howard's Staff, who
prepared the Haskell "Narrative" for republication; and the Military Order
of the Loyal Legion, Commandery of Massachusetts, in publishing the
Haskell "Narrative" become responsible for the Haskell slander upon
Generals Howard and Doubleday, and the brave men of the gallant Eleventh
Corps, and of the Philadelphia Brigade?

The egotism and recklessness of Haskell are in evidence upon almost every
page of his book. On page 39 he says:

"I heard General Meade express dissatisfaction at General Geary for
making his attack. I heard General Meade say that he sent an order to
have the fight stopped, but I believe the order was not given to
Geary until after the repulse of the enemy." Is it not clear that if
such an order had been sent and obeyed, the enemy would not have been
repulsed? Is it anywhere upon record that General Meade sent such an
order?

On page 82 of the Haskell "Narrative" of the Battle of Gettysburg appears
this silly statement:

"About six o'clock on the afternoon of the third of July, my duties
done upon the field, I quitted it to go to the General (meaning
Gibbon). My brave horse Dick--poor creature! his good conduct in the
battle that afternoon had been complimented by a brigadier--was a
sight to see. He was literally covered with blood. Struck repeatedly,
his right thigh had been ripped open in a ghastly manner by a piece
of shell, and three bullets were lodged deep in his body, and from
his wounds the blood oozed and ran down his sides and legs, and with
the sweat formed a bloody foam. To Dick belongs the honor of first
mounting that stormy crest before the enemy, not forty yards away,
whose bullets