I met Col. Robie of Binghamton during the battle, with his cap stuck on the back part of his head, looking the happiest man I ever saw. I remember meeting him as he was leading the centre of the regiment over a heavy ditch, with sword drawn, and hearing him speak to and encourage the boys on. Just then a tremendous volley was poured into the rebel nest. ‘ That's it! A good one!’ he cried. They returned a perfect shower of grape and canister, tearing through and over us. Col. Robie's countenance was beaming, and turning to the men, he called out: ‘ Come on, my children, I'll die with you! Press on, my boys! Now is the time to show yourselves!’ And as a rifled shell goes singing by his head, he cries in his joy: ‘Ye gods! isn't this a handsome fight!’
