taff--not killed
outright, but mortally wounded. "A braver spirit never laid its life
upon its country's altar." He was struck by a grape shot and fell from
his horse, but, in that mad ride--in the face of that deadly storm of
lead and iron--it were death to halt even though a dear friend had
fallen.

The command was naturally much scattered and much time occupied in
reforming for the march. This enabled Cleburne to close up on us. In the
new formation Long's Brigade had the rear of column and the 3d Ohio the
post of danger. This regiment was soon attacked and shells were thrown
into our column. Gen. Long remained with the 3d to direct its movements.
The position held by the regiment was a good one, being protected by
rail breast-works (the men were afoot) and below a declivity extending
into a marsh; beyond this a creek. As the rebels came across the creek
they opened a vigorous fire, and, simultaneously, another line moved up
at close quarters on the right. The 3d held its fire until the enemy
reached the marsh, and then every carbine cracked. Just at this juncture
Long's horse was struck (for he had remained mounted), and a moment
after he himself received two wounds, through wrist and thigh, which
compelled him to leave the field. The 3d Ohio fell slowly back, leaving
the dead bodies of several of their comrades, including Lieut. Garfield.
They were then relieved by a regiment from Minty's Brigade. The column
being put in motion, moved on to McDonogh and thence to Cotton river,
the enemy following and harassing until night-fall.

Sunday morning, August 21st, we crossed Cotton river by swimming, the
stream being much swollen. One trooper was drowned and a piece of
artillery had to be abandoned. The enemy, continuing the pursuit, had
pressed hard on the rear all morning, but a safe crossing was finally
effected and then South river was reached and crossed. At this place a
large mill was burned and the bridge destroyed. Thence the march was via
Lithonia, Latimar's and Decatur to Buck Head, which place was reached on
the evening of Monday, August 22d.

Thus ended the famous "Kilpatrick Raid," an expedition wisely planned
and full of "great expectations." That it did not produce the fruits
hoped for was not the fault of any of "our folks." Lay the blame at the
door of the Confederacy. It accomplished much good and the Confederate
loss was large. Statistics are not at hand from which to give our
casualties in full, but