ally believe it?

It was on the third day that "Dick" was plugged with enough of Confederate
lead to have warranted Haskell in organizing a Company to mine the lead in
"Dick's" dead body. His horse "Billy" was pumped just as full of lead on
the second day, as this absurd statement on page 37 attests:

"And my horse can hardly move. What can be the reason? I know that he
has been touched by two of their bullets today, but not to wound or
lame him to speak of. I foolishly spurred my horse again. No use--he
would only walk. I dismounted; I could not lead him along. So, out of
temper, I rode him to headquarters, which I reached at last. With a
light I found what was the matter with 'Billy.' A bullet had entered
his chest just in front of my left leg as I was mounted, and the
blood was running down all his side and leg, and the air from his
lungs came out of the bullet hole. I rode him at the Second Bull Run,
and at the First and Second Fredericksburg, and at Antietam after
brave 'Joe' was killed, but I shall never mount him again. 'Billy's'
battles are over."

Just one more instance of the scores of the colossal vanity of Haskell. It
tells how General Meade turned the command of the Army of the Potomac over
to the youthful First Lieutenant of Infantry--Frank Aretas Haskell. It is
to be found on pages 69 and 70 of the Haskell "Narrative." The battle had
ended, and the Napoleon of Gettysburg, while patting himself on the back,
was planting data in his mind for printing in his "Narrative," and thus
Paul planted, and the Apollos of Massachusetts and Wisconsin watered.

"Would to heaven Generals Hancock and Gibbon could have stood where I
did, and have looked upon that field. But they are both severely
wounded and have been carried from the field. One person did come,
and he was no less than Major-General Meade, who rode up accompanied
alone by his son--an escort not large for a commander of such an
army. As he arrived near me he asked, 'How is it going here?' I
answered, 'I believe, General, the army is repulsed.' With a touch of
incredulity he further asked, 'What! IS THE ASSAULT ENTIRELY
REPULSED?' I replied, 'It is, sir.' And then his right hand moved as
if he would have caught off his hat and waved it, but instead he
waved his hand and said, 'Hurrah!' He asked where Hancock and Gibbon
were, but before I