[Describing fight at Blackburn’s Ford]
Arose early this morning and broiled a piece of meat on the coals for breakfast. After eating, we were marched off about a half mile to a bridge across Bull Run where we were stationed along the banks of the creek and on the railroad. We had been here but a short time, when we heard the booming of artillery, in the direction from which we came yesterday. The firing was kept up all day, ceasing three times only for a few minutes. When we heard the connonading and occasional volleys of musketry, our company was placed in the bushes to watch for the approach of the enemy. We remained there all day. This afternoon Lieut Williams, who was left behind yesterday, came in and reported a great battle fought about three quarters of a mile from where we first went yesterday at a place called Mitchell’s Ford. The enemy eighteen thousand strong attacked our forces four thousand strong. The attack was made with both artillery and infantry. Our forces had the Washington Artillery from New Orleans. They first attacked the centre and endeavored to take our battery, but were repulsed with heavy loss. They then attacked the right wing, but were again repulsed. After this they collected themselves and made another attack on the left and were for the third time repulsed with even greater slaughter than before. They then retired from the field. When they attempted to storm the battery, they were allowed to march up to within a short distance of it when our infantry rose up and turned loose a volley into them which completely routed them. They ran in the utmost confusion. After going some distance they rallied, when Genl Bonham gave the order to charge them, but before our troops could get near them they broke and ran like sheep before wolves. Report says that we lost sixteen killed and forty or fifty wounded. Their loss is estimated at from five hundred to a thousand killed and wounded. The Yankees made a bold stand for awhile, but could not contend against southern bayonets and the Washington Artillery. Received two letters today, one from Brother, the other from Aunt Ann. (Mrs. Cheney) All well at home and the crop good. He says there is [not?] a danger of Lincoln starving us out. To night we have every indication of a heavy rain, as we can hear the distant rumbling of the thunder and the clouds are flying overhead. We have to sleep in the bushes and but few of the men have blankets. Father sent me a blanket, but I could not find the man he sent it by, so have to do the best I can and take the rain if it comes.
Source – G. Ward Hubbs, ed. Voices from Company D, pp 20-21