erans of Pickett's Division, seeking shelter from impending death, for
the victorious Veterans of the Philadelphia Brigade, and the Military
Order, Loyal Legion, Commandery of Massachusetts, and the History
Commission of Wisconsin, also apparently overcome with a "Magnificent
Passion" for book publishing, reprinted his "Narrative" to the world, as
their adopted waif and heir.

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It has been asked, what could have been Haskell's object in so perverting
the facts of history relative to the Battle of Gettysburg? Gen. Henry S.
Hindekoper, of Philadelphia, who won high renown in the battle, aptly
answers the question in the statement made by him, wherein he said of
Haskell's "Narrative," that "from a historical standpoint it is inaccurate
and misleading, and from an ethical standpoint it is indecent, venemous,
scandalous and VAINGLORIOUS."

After describing the first day's fight as minutely as though he had
observed it all from the cupola of the Seminary Building on Seminary
Ridge, Haskell thus seeks to acquit himself from all misstatements by
saying: "Of the events of the first day of July I do not speak from
personal knowledge."

At two o'clock in the afternoon of July 1st, Haskell was at Taneytown, 13
miles distant from Gettysburg, and between 8 and 9 o'clock in the evening
the Second Corps was halted four miles south of Gettysburg, where it, and
Lieut. Haskell, biouvacked for the night; therefore--except detracting
from officers and men who rendered heroic service--no glory came to
Haskell on the first day. He "did not see what he thought he saw."

At early dawn on July 2d Hancock's Corps was moved forward about four
miles, and at 6.30 A. M. was placed in position on Cemetery Ridge. The
Third Division (Hayes), on the right, connecting with the left of Howard's
Eleventh Corps; the First Division (Caldwell's), on the left, connecting
with the right of Sickles, Third Corps, and the Second Division (Gibbon),
in the centre, and Haskell started in early on the second day to catch
fame, and thus, according to his own "Narrative," he succeeded:

"A bullet entered the chest of my horse, 'Billy,' just in front of my
left leg; a kick from a hitched horse in the dark that would likely
have broken my ankle if it had not been for a very thick boot, but
which did break my temper, and a bullet from a sharp shooter that
hissed by my cheek so close that I felt the movem