The Cobb Legion gallantly charged upon that splendidly equipped battle line of dismounted Westerners, steadily advancing while their artillery, which we ought to have looked after better at the start, was playing upon our support murderously. We got within fifteen to twenty paces from their front line, our men and horses falling fast. Col. King, by whose side I happened to be, my youngest brother (George) being on the other side, was mortally wounded, the artery of his thigh being severed. Blood spouted onto my shoulder as I leaned over to grasp him, and we held him and wheeled about, managing to take him off under a most terrific fire. My brother and Bugler Jackson afterwards buried him, taking note of the place, etc., so that after the war I was enabled to direct his brother to the spot and his remains were removed and re-interred at Roswell (GA), where he had lived.

The following is from a letter Wiley Chandler Howard wrote on 25 Mar 1865.

Hampton surprised Gen. Kilpatrick’s camp one morning and we came near capturing Kilpatrick, running him out of bed in his night clothes. The Cobb Legion was in front and won new Laurels. We made a most splendid charge and had a terrible hand-to-hand contest with the Yanks. I cut down one with my sabre who had wounded one of my comrades and was about to kill him. Our Lt. Col. (Barrington S. King) was killed. George (Lt. Howard’s youngest brother) and I were by him on his horse and brought him off the field under a terrible fire. He delivered to me his dying message to his wife.