Making my rounds during the late morning, I noticed a small company of Federals patrolling the woods. More units were
busy constructing breastwork fortifications on the higher slopes.
Rebel companies were approaching the base of the hill initially in equally small numbers. I positioned myself behind
a heavy,thick tree and prepared to cover the action soon to transpire. Sporadic firing began as individual rounds sounded
amidst the jungle-like battleground.
It wasn't long before more Confederates joined in the fray. Suddenly the scene became more intense and urgent as the
troops began to rapidly and desperately maneuver about. In a matter of a few short minutes I found my position compromised
and I became nearly surrounded by troops from both sides. Rebels to my front and flanks and Yankees just feet away. Hiding
behind the tree, I was often mistaken for an enemy combatant and fired upon!
"Sorry, I thought you was a Yankee!" cried out one disappointed Johnny Reb. Another professional photographer was also
caught up in the middle of the melee. A general order soon rang out, "Watch out for the Photographers" and another "Don't
Shoot the photographers!"