Robert M. Magill—Personal Reminiscences of a Confederate Soldier Boy.

Monday, 16th.—Last night after dark everything moved out of ditches. Suppose the Yanks are flanking us again, while waiting “en masse” to get across the river, a minnie ball, nearly spent, came down among us, and struck one of our boys. With a groan, he caught the place, and the boys gathered round to see how badly he was wounded, but did not find any blood. After a time, some one noticed a hole in his havresack. Upon further investigation, the minnie ball was found lodged in a pone of corn-bread, and had never touched the man, but had jarred him considerably. Moved across the river on railroad bridge. 3 P. M., lying resting near Calhoun. Some fighting going on west of Calhoun.