Joseph Mills Hanson, With Sully into the Sioux Land
“ The muskets began to rattle in a disjointed way, Al's among the rest, while Wallace's revolver popped viciously. Everything in front was veiled in thin white vapors, and the men in the charging line resembled shadows, dancing upon a curtain. But the Confederates, like a stampede of buffalo, held to their headlong course. Shortly the officer bawled, in a voice almost tearful,"No use, boys! They're flankin' us. They're across the creek, up and down. Come back; back to the buildings!"Most soldiers fear being flanked more than death itself in front. ”
