We got to sit around awhile, and I talked with Dan from Massachusetts for a long time. He was just an easy person to talk to. He shared some more about his life and what he planned to do over the next three years. He had it all planned out, and you could tell there was not going to be anything to keep him from his goals. He wasn’t arrogant about it. He was just committed. It made you want to be in his cheering section.
At about 10:00AM we heard First Call and got ‘cootered up. We got in line, had our musket inspection, fired a cap to see if there was any obstruction in the spark tunnel from the cone to the barrel, and summarily Stacked Arms again. We were all sick of waiting, but when you are in the army, you do what the “powers that be” tell you to do.
After about 15 minutes we Unstacked Arms and began our hike down the steep hill. Once at the bottom, we began a hike to the place where we were going to leave our packs for the day while we fought an engagement on Little Round Top.
It was about a mile to the wood line where we dropped our packs, Stacked Arms, and waited for the word to go into battle. I lay down amongst the grass under the trees, and we all started to eat any vittles we had and to drink water. We had a mule drawn water wagon that followed us to our position, so we had water for the duration of the morning.
After about 45 minutes I began to feel something crawling up my leg. I quickly pulled up my pants leg, and there was a tick! Oh, boy! I immediately got rid of the little devil and began to check to see if there were any more on me. I found one on the sleeve of my frock coat. I eliminated him, and thank heavens, there weren’t any more on me. Someone said they were falling out of the trees. Whatever way they had arrived to start crawling on me, I wanted them to quit.
About 12:00 noon, we ‘cootered up again and, leaving our packs, marched out toward our date with the fight for Little Round Top. This is the hill that the 3rd Arkansas and 1st Texas attacked after taking Devil’s Den.