Dabney Herndon Maury, Recollections of a Virginian in the Mexican… (1894)
“ Our camp had been pitched, I was stretched out on my cot resting after a hard, hot ride, when I was aroused by a disturbance near the guard tent. As I looked out an old Rifleman, named Kearns, knocked the sergeant of the guard down. I have never seen a man knocked as he was. He went tumbling fifteen feet before he rested on his back. Kearns stood, pistol in hand, defying arrest. He was six feet two inches in height, and was known as the bully of he regiment. ”
