One way of stopping a ‘Rebel yell.’
In a headlong charge, all going at a double quick, and yelling like wild Comanches, a hardy, muscular, fearless ‘Tar Heel,’ who had joined us in a determined rush on the Federal lines, received a minie ball in his open mouth. He did not seem to immediately lose his speech, for he blurted out: ‘Boys, I'll have to leave you. Going to the rear to look for that damned ball. Give 'em hell and my compliments.’ The narrator subsequently learned that the brave fellow rejoined his own famous fighting regiment (Thirteenth North Carolina) three months later, still a good and staying fighter, but minus the full notes of that lusty yell at Sharpsburg.
