stand possible with the handful of men under Colonel McKnight. We led them across the open field and up the Richmond Road into the abattis, at a double quick, and under a most terrific fire, deploying one-half on either side of the road. For more than an hour and a half this small force held every inch of ground. At last the enemy broke and ran, and McKnight pursued them through Casey's old camp…. Just as McKnight succeeded in routing the force in his front, our line gave way entirely … and the rebel force came pouring into the Richmond Road directly in his rear, and while the gallant McKnight was pursuing the South Carolina chivalry towards Richmond, the rebel forces directly in his rear were pursuing a portion of our forces toward the Chickahominy. I then received orders to withdraw my men if possible. With great difficulty they succeeded in filing off to the left in the woods toward White Oak Swamp, retreating along the edge of the swamp back to our second line of defences. Drummer boy James Mitchell then fought with his regiment in the Second Battle of Bull Run (August 28–30, 1862). Afterward, both brothers and their regiment fought in the final days of the Battle of Fredericksburg (December 1862). James Mitchell's older brother, Alex, was then promoted to the rank of second lieutenant on January 15, 1863. Now part of the 3rd Corps of the Army of the Potomac, they then fought together in the Chancellorsville Campaign from April 30 to May 6. Once again, Alex was advanced in rank – this time commissioned as a first lieutenant, and then on May 27 was presented with the Kearny Cross by Brigadier-General Daniel Sickles. Assigned with their regiment to the Gettysburg Campaign, James Mitchell's older brother, Alex, was then wounded in action again – this time during the Battle of Gettysburg, where they and their fellow 105th Pennsylvanians were on the front lines of the intense fighting at Little Round Top from July 2–3. In a post-battle letter, Colonel Craig wrote: The One Hundred and Fifth never fought so well as at Gettysburg. We rallied some eight or ten times after the rest of the brigade had left us, and the boys fought like demons. Their battle-cry was "Pennsylvania". I could handle them just as well on that field of battle as though they had simply