G. B McDonald
BATTLE OF RAYMON[d]
The rebs had selected this place to check our advance. The road run about east to west, and a small creek run north and south, with a bridge across it, and not much water in it. The creek made pretty good breast works when we were able to reach it. The 30th was on the north side of the road in a piece of open timber, on the west of the creek, and a big open field on the east of the creek. On the south of the road there was a good deal of timber and brush, on the south of the road there was an open field. The creek made a turn to the east after passing the bridge and throwing the open field on the south of the creek. On this side of the road the Confederates came down much closer, being protected by the brush. The dead lay thick about the creek.
The 30th advanced to the creek and took shelter in it, It made very good breast works. The battle lasted several hours, when the enemy retreated toward Jackson. We had a man in Co. C that was an awful coward by the name of Johney Boyd. He would always dodge out when a fight was on. My brother, David, was Sergt. Maj. Of the regiment. Capt. Wilson requested the Sergt. Maj. To keep behind Co. C and see that Boyd went into the fight. He had to draw his sword on him several times, but he put him into the fight, after getting into the bed of the creek for protection. The boys would get up to the front where they could see to shoot, but Boyd would keep well down in the bed of the creek to load his gun, and instead of getting up to the front to see where to shoot, he would stay down in the bed of the creek, tuck his head down, and throw his gun up and shoot. He came very near killing some of the boys that was up at the front. One of the boys gave him a cursing and told him he would put a bullet through him if he didn't stop that kind of shooting. The Capt. never forced him into a battle again for fear he would kill some of the boys. He made him do other duties that were useful. He would tremble as though he would fall dead in his tracks. Here is the question: Could he help that?
After burying the dead and caring for the wounded we took up the march for Jackson eighteen miles distant. Passed through Clinton (a college town). We reached Jackson, Miss., on the 14th, where the Rebs were in considerable force.
BATTLE OF JACKSON
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