An account of skirmishing along the picket lines of Stovall's Brigade by Pvt. Joseph Bogle, Co. I, 40th Georgia Volunteer Infantry: "My only Duel, if such it could be called, was fought with a Federal soldier in one of the rifle pits (before Atlanta) just a day of so before I was captured. Our engineers had made a slight mistake in laying out our line of rifle pits and had made too sharp an angle at one point; they remedied this by having a new line of pits made back some hundred yards from the sharp angle and a few pits on the point were abandoned for the new line with a broader curve. I was stationed in one of the rifle pits in the new line just in rear of the angle in the old line, and one evening a daring Federal sharpshooter managed to get into one of our old pits on the point of the angle and commenced firing we thought it was an advance of the Yankee skirmish line and all of us fired a volley at the spot he was firing from, but we soon found that he was alone and as I had a splendid Enfield rifle trained so well that with a good rest I am pretty sure I could hit a tin cup at that distance I told my comrades that there was evidently only one Yankee there, that it was not fair to double team on him, and asked them to let the Yankee and myself have it out; they agreed and the Yankee evidently used the same tactics on me that I did on him, for each of us would try to draw the fire of the other by any little device; I would put my hat on a stick and show it above the bank just a little and whizz would come a ball, generally very close; then I, knowing that his gun was empty and mine loaded, would have a dead level aim at the top of his rifle pit, waiting for about an hour, when I had the 'look' on him, having drawn his fire by some little device, when in reloading his gun it evidently became powder choked, and in trying to ram down his cartridge he unwittingly exposed his hand and a few inches of his wrist for an appreciable length of time, and I fired with a perfect sight on it, and we heard a yell or scream of pain and - he didn't shoot at me any more. That was the only time I ever had satisfactory reason to believe that a bullet from my gun actually hit any one and have always been thankful that I could never KNOW that I really killed a human being. I did not hit this brave fellow in a vital part and alwasy hoped that if I hurt him much tha he was drawing a pension." (From Historical Sketches of Barton's Later Stovall's Georgia Brigade, Army of Tennessee, C.S.A. by Joseph Bogle and Captain William L. Calhoun, page 21-22) |