CHAPTER V.
BATTLE OF SEOTTSYLVANTA.

Thursday, May 12th, 1864.

For several days both armies had been moving toward Spottsyl-
vania Court House~ a strong strategic point- until it became a race sas
to who would get there first, and Sete cn advantage in position.
Wednesday, May llth was a day of no large military operations, thp' it
meant a great loss to our Company as before related, put was apart
mostly in skirmishing and changing positions on both sides, and in
making every possible preparation for the great battle, which had been ‘
determined should take place the next day. Hancock's 2nd Corps, (ours)

 

head been selected to lead the assault. Gen. Nelson A. Miles, commanded
the first Brigad of three ropimente, of which the 26th Michigan wes one.
As stated at the close of the last chapter, we had had a hard fight

in the afternoon with a heavy loss to our Company, but there was no
time to mourn the loss of comrades, stern duties lay before us for
which we must prepare. At 11 o'olock f. M. the cry to "fall in" is
heard, and we find our accustomed places in the ranks, the night is
dark and rainy, and in the darkness and through the deep md, we march,
hour after hour, noting around us preparations for a terrible conflict
on the morrow. Artillery and Infantry are-massed in large bodies; "i0¥
we saw by the dim light of lanterns a pack of artillery, the horses
standing with drooping heads, the men moving quietly among them. Then
came squadrons of Cavalry, while large bodies of Infantry were marching —
in different directions to their respective positions, while strict
orders were given to make as little noise as possible. It was a long
dreary night, but with the earliest dawn of day, we came to our outer

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that the Vital Section of the Enemy lay. A strong angle of earth
works ditched in front, defended by cannon at every point, and held
by Johnson's Division of Ewell's Corps.

I thought that after marching ail night we would stop long enough
to make some coffee and rest a few minutes, but I did not understand

the situation. To rest myself a little, I took off my knapsack and

 

laid 1t down by a tree, thinking I could work to better advantage, with- ©

out it. I marked the spot, as I intended to get it when I came bick,
but I did not come back that way. After a few minutes Gen. Miles and

 

steff appeared, and I heard him say to Col. Savierse, commanding our
Regiment, "Form your Regiment in olose oolumns by Division, and move
immediately against the enemy's works." A heavy fog prevailed which
enabled us to move near to the enemy's lines without being discovered.
I can hardly tell how far it was between the lines, perhaps 40 to 50
rods; perhaps half a miles Little talk was indulged in as we moved
along but a great deal of thinking; a etrong and determined foe was
just before us, protected by their works, what would be the result, as
we same together with loaded muskets and fixed bayonets, but for this
hour we had long been preparing, and we must not falter now, and get
our thoughts would revert to friends far away, to quitt homes in Mich-
igan, to Father and Mothers gathered there, who would soon be watching
the papers for reports from the battle fields, fearing to find our
names there, perheps a prayer for protection arose to Him who watches
over the Conflicts of Life, but there is now no time for thought--
herdly for prayer, but for sharp, determined action. We had covered
perhaps, two-thirds of the distance, before a shot was fired, then a

picket discovered us, and the report of his musket as he fired, sounded

like a cannon on the damp heavy air, then another and another reng out,

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and the whizzing of the bullets were heard all around us. A peculiar
gound, once heard, is never forgotten. -Now Comrade, George Wright, of
my Company, drops out of the ranks, the first one I saw wounded that
day. He stood grasping his left wrist with his right hand, while the
blood ran in a atream off his fingers, Lieut. Grisson told him to
hurry to the rear, when he would find the surgeons, who would care for
his wound. (note. 25 years after I met this man, face to face, in,a
town in Northern Michigan, and he remembered me, and instantly callea
me by name.) A few steps further on, and Lieut. Grisson struck by a
ball in the thigh, falls olose to my side. J bent over him a moment
as he lay quivering on the ground, but remembering what he had told the
wounded man a moment ago, I hastened on with the Regiment, (Note. 26
years after, the Commissioner of Pensions wrote to me for information
as to his being wounded at the Battle of Spottsylvania, I wrote him a
Pull account of whet I had personal knowledge of, and a short time
after her widow's claim for pension wes allowed). .

And now we are close to the works, behind which sare crowded the
men of the gray. In front of them they had placed branches of ede.
with the points of the limbs sharpened, and pointing outward, which
greatly retarded our progress at thie oriticel time, and they created
havoc in our ranks, while we were getting though. I had been delayed
two minutes with Lieut. Grisson so that the most of our Company were
over the breast works when I reached them. Our columnes in front had
taken the enemy by surprise, and had forced a passage over at the point
of the bayonet, brave Samuel Appleton, Daniel Meakin, Rufus Wines and
others leap upon the breast works, a short but bloody conflict ensues,
and we have possession of their works, but they cost us the life blood

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and greet you, in this year of our Lord, forty-five years after you gave |
yourselves a willing sacrifice for the land of your Love, even as He
gave Himself an offering for the sins of the world.

For four hundred years, the student of History has held up to the
gaze of the world as en object lesson in patriotism, the wxample of
that brave Swiss soldier, who im a battle with the Austrians, gethered
the spears of his countries’ enemies in his side that a breach might be
made in their ranks, but devotion to Country is not confined alone to
the past, and no truer or braver or more patriotic was he, than my own |
Comrades, who on that May morning, gathered in their breests the bayonets
of their Country's foes, that a way might be made for Liberty.

The scene inside the enemy's works was one of disorder and confusion
the trenches were crowded with their men, hardly aroused from their
slumbers and many only partly dressed. They fimed on us as we advanced
toward then, and we promptly returned their fire. As we drew nesrer,
they threw down their arms, and oried out that they surrendered. We
ordered them over the works, leaving their arms behind them, and in a
few minutes the route over which we had just come, was filled with -
rebels, who were being hurried as prisoners of war to the rear. The
Second Corps captured that morning the entire division of Gen. Edward
Johnson, with their commander, about three thousend men; etthe' a Bri-
gade or two of other troops commanded by Gen. Stuart. The captured
division was a part of Stonewall Jackson's famous old Corps.

when Gen. Jackson was brought into the presence of Gen. Hancock,
who had known him at West Point, the latter extended his hand. The
rebel was exceedingly angry at the Yankee trick tnoat had been played on
him that morning, and said that under the circumstances he could not

take it. Gen. Hancock replied that under no other circumstances wuld

 

 
 

 

he have offered it. Some of my comrades who guarded him during the
day said that he paced back end forth all dey like an enraged Lion.

He seemingly could not be reconciled to the situation.

From the time we struck the enemy's works there was no effort to
keep up any Company or Regimental formation. We passed up their lines,
every man a commander with full power to take prisoners, and shoot down
all who resisted their authority. Human Life is held at a very cheap
rate now. The roar of musketry was terrific, the bullets were flying
in every direction, but their whizzing causes little fear now, for we
are gotting used to the sound, and we have learned another thing; that
no one hears the whiz of the bullet that strikes him, and so we go up
the lines taking large numbers of prisoners, but while 40 or 50 pieces
of artillery had actually been captured, many of them had remeized on
debatable ground, and only eighteen actually came into our possession.
As we were paraling dong my eye fell on a picture which has ever been
reteined in my memory. At the first intimation that we were charging
their works, a battery of artillery had been ordered to their support.
It came into position just es we struck their lines, but had not time
to fire a single gun. They saw they were too late end quickly retired
to their rear, leaving the horses, and cannon to their fate. What I
saw was this: Eight or ten cannons standing side by side some two rods
apart with six or eight horses attached to each. Some of the horses
were wounded by the fire which swept the field, while the others were
rearing and plunging in a terrible way. The poor brutes seemed to under-
stand that they had been deserted by their masters, Some of the lesders
had partly turned around, some of them were shot down in their harness,
and they were trampling on each other, overturning the cannon, and all

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circumstances would have deeply moved ones pity.

When relating wheat I saw at one of our Company Reunions, a com-
rade told me that one of the artillery-men mede a desperate effort to
carry off his horses and gun. He had partly turned his team around,
and was in a fair way to effect his object, when my informant shot one
of the horses, and the team thus crippled, were left behind while the
driver made his escape. +:
The charge of the Second Corps was followed by a heavy oennonad~

ing all along the line, to which the enemy replied with great vigor.

 

Five furious charges were made to retake that position. "Ewell's Corps",’
driven from it in the morning came down first, and were repuised. Gen.
Hill moved down from the right joined Ewell, and threw his divisions
into the struggle. Gen. Wright moved up from the right, supporting
Hanoock to meet the surge. Anderson oame in from the extreme left of
the enemy's line. Warren sent in troops from the left of ours. The
lines of both armies, thus oontracted, met in a continual death grapple
in and to the right of the angle taken by us in the morning. The

enemy's columns dashed with unflinching determination ageinst our lines,
retiring each time with great loss, at length, toward noon, they ceased
their efforts to retake the position. Part of the captured cannons,
remained covered by sharp shooters, so that neither party could carry
them off. The only s011d advantage gained was the possession of the
angle surprised in the morning.

My own Company boys passed up the lines for a distance, until we
met the Corps, on our left, when we crossed over to, and went inside the
second line of rebel works, at this point they crossed over quite a hill,
end a severe fight must have taken place here as the ground was strewn

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by a bullet asked me to assist him into the trench in the rear of the
works, as the bullets were sweeping over the hill and he sould not
help himself, I did so, and seeing another man lying near him, I asked
if I could help lin, He shook his head, I looked more closely at hin,
he was a noble looking man, with a Captain's bars on his shoulders.

His face was very calm but it wes the calmness of death. His eyes
had e far-away look, as if he saw through the mist and the smoke of
battle, the outlines of that City whose builder and Maker waa aoa: I
knelt beside him. In a low voice he asked me to take some letters from
his haversack--and if I survived the conflict to inform his friends of
his fate. Among his papers was the picture of a beautiful woman. I
trensfefred them from his haverseck to my own, gave him a drink from
my canteen, sheok his hand in parting, end left him. I carried his
treasures near a thousand miles to Andersonville, cared for them during
that long summer of 1864, tock them with me back to Annapolis, after
my release from prison, and when I errived in God's Country, at my
first opportunity, I informed his friends of the ciroumstances under
which I had met him. Many letters passed between us. They wanted to
know regarding every word he uttered; where in the body he was wounded;
how long I thought he lived; I tried to anawer all their inquiries,
but the two minutes I tarried by his side, with the groans of the
wounded, and the rush end roar of battle all around us, were not long
enough to learn very much regarding him. Many of the men who had
been on the hill, when brisk fighting was going on, had now gone away
seeking their own commands, and as a heavy force of the enemy was now
pressing up the Hill toward us, we got on the other side of the breast
works, and as we were slowly retreating down the hill, firing as we

went, a bullet from the gun of a aareless rebel, struck me in the right

 

 

 
 

 

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lung, passing through my body, and for a time, I thought my fighting
days were foréver over. I do not think I wes unconscious more than

a minute or two. It 18 something of a shook to the system to have a
piece of lead as large as your thumb go through ones body, it was like
an electrics shock. The first thing I remember was trying to spit out
a quantity of froth, and blood from my lung, f was wet with sweat,
the action of that lung was destroyed for the time being, and I was
panting for breath, ond this continued for an hour or two, when I was
e little essier, I was lying »artly on my side with my cartridge box
under me, and if hurt me, with a good deal of effort, I cpened my
haversack, took out my kmife and cut the leather belt around me, which
released the cabtridge box, and I rested easier on the ground. It had
rained during the night, end my clothing was damp and lying on the wet
ground as I did, I soon became gold. When at White house Landing,
July 4th, 1863, I was taken sick, and sent to Cousin Irving Snyder in
New York City for a bottle of Radway's Ready Relief, before it reached
me there, I had gone down to Pointsmouth and from there I aoon want to
Yew York City to join my regiment, and that bottle of medicine follow-
ed me arowmd from place to place, ordered, perhaps by Providence for
this special emergency, end just before the spring campaign opeded, it
ceme to me at Brandy Station, and I had it. in my haverseck at this time.
I poured a little water out of my canteen into my tin cup, and put a
teaspoonful of Relief into it, and as I drank it, it warmed me up nicely
end I repeated the dose two or three times during the day, and it was
worth its weight in gold. A wounded man, near me, was crying out for
water, and a rebel, on the breast works, yelled, "Damn you, I would
rather shoot you than bring you water." My own centeen was nearly dry

by this time, but I thought, if that is the way you feel, I will not

 

 
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ask you to bring me any. I can hardly tell, forty-five years after

this happened, how I passed through that long day. I could not tell
where I was wounded exactly, though I thought it must be through the
chest or upper part of the body for when I tried to move it hurt me
cruelly. So I laid as still as possible. The large trees in front

of the breast works had been cut down so they could use their artillery |
but one tree was standing not far from me, and I was quite interested

in watching a black squirrel in that tree, shot and shell were saiditeg
through its branches, scattering them in ever direction, the poor
frightened animal would run down the tree, near to the ground, but ;
seeing men there he would run to the tops sgain, and for a time, I
almost forgot my own situation in watching him. I thought of my comrade
ou the other side of the breast works, whose papere I had, end wondered
whether my friends would ever hear from me. I thought of my comrades

in Company "E", and whether there were any inquiries about me, and of
how many of them would report at night at roll call; these and similer
thoughts occupied my mind during the day.

I lay on the field from early morn i111 sun down, with the wounded,
the dying end the dead all around me; shot and shell of every kind, sort
and description, passed over and around me, the cries end means of the
wounded could be heard in every direction. Heavy cannonading and awful
volleys of msketry could be heard in the distance, while not far away,
we could hear et times, the shrill yells of the rebels, mingled with
the hoarser cheers of our own men. It was a steady, constant, desperate |
struggle for the mastery from early morning until night withoat either
side gaining any decided advantage. At the bloody angles, not far from

where I lay, an oak tree, a foot in diameter--co0lid and tough, as oak

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rebel side, killing and injuring some their men, When Henry Ward
Beecher was in England, in 1863, representing the cause of the Union,
he spoke at a great meeting in Exeter Hall, the vast builing was orowd-
ed with rebel sympathizers, who tauntingly eried, "Why dont you put

 

down the rebellion in three months, as you seid you would? Why dont
you whip and conquer them? I'll tell you, said Mr. Beecher, when he
could make himself heard, why setetat’ It is because we are fighting
Americans, and not British. | :

General Meade began early in the afternoon contracting his line

 

and massing troops on his left, with a view to turn the enemy's right.
All the afternoon the battle raged with great fury. The enemy made
corresponding movements from his left to his right, every inch of soil,
muddy with gore, was fought over with desperation, and yielded only
when it became impossible to hold it. Neither the rein nor the mire
ef the rosds delayed the rapidity or intensity of the fight. The rival
bayonets, often intortocked, and a bloody grapple over the intrenchment
lasted for hours, the rebel battle flags now singing up side by side
with our own, and anon, torn and riddled, disappearing in the woods.
The dead and wounded lay thickly strewn slong the ground, and fairly |
heaped up where the fight was deadliest. |
After fourteen hours fighting, night fell on a battle unsurpassed |
in severity in the history of the war. For the first time in the cam=
paign a decided success was achieved. Warren and Wright, who moved
two hours after Hancock, had not advanced on the enemy's front; but
this was not expected, as his. position could not there be carried. On
the extreme left Burnside had suffered severely, while on the left center |
Hancock had stormed and held an important angle of the enemy's work, |

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that the day's work also geve us more than three thousand prisoners
two General Officers and eighteen pieces of artillery aotually brought
into our lines. The brillient dash of the morning hed secured a strong
grasp on the enemy's lert center, and an advance of o mile in our
line in that direction. Five determined assaults wore made during the
day to expel our troops, but all were fruitless. No more gallant,
desperate, or long-continued fighting on either side for the Pema ved zon
of intrenchments, had occurred during the War, while the severity of
the wounds gave proof of something more than musketry fighting.

The Union lasses at the Wilderness, May 5-7 were, killed 3,228,
wounded 9,278, missing 6, 784, total 19,290. At Spottseylvanie, May
12th were Killed 2, 146, wounded 7,956, missing 2,577, a total of
12,679, while sther authorities make the total loss as high as 18,000
and the confederate losses were equally large.

Just as the sun was setting, there was a lull in the firing and
three Johnnies (rebels) oclambered over their works, in front of which,
I lay, and came down to interview me. They inquired if I was wounded,
I replied, that I was. Then they examined the contents of my haver=
seck, and asked permission to take part of my little stock of coffee,
hardtack, and salt pork, and one of them proposed to trade his old
canteen for my new one, which I had drawn from the Quartermaster just
before starting on the Campaign, I 4a4a not want to part with any of
my small stock of provisions, or anything I had, but as these were
three of them, and. they had taken the precaution to bring their guns
with them, I submitted to their demande, Then they became quite sol~
icitous for my safety, seid that perhaps our troops would charge their
works in the night, and I would be in the way, and might get hurt and

 

 

 
 

 

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they thought best for me to get over their works and go back to their
rear. They wanted to be sure I did not get away in the night, and
they lose a prisoner, They assisted me to my feet, buf I could not

stand for a time, they assisted me over thrpir breast works, carrying

 

my things for me. They took me back a quarter of a mile into the
woods, and left me under a tree. It rained hard during the night,. and
with nothing over or under me, I can remember to this day how =
chattered the whole night through. I would gladly have given an order
for six months pay, on our paymaster, in exchange for a pint of hot a
coffee, but neither the paymaster or the coffee were available just
then, and I had to get along without. I think it was the dpaariest
night I ever paased on earth, but that word “dreariest" dont half
express what I felt, As soon as it began to be light, I gethered ny-
self up from the wet ground, and looked around me, there was no one in
sight. A little later, a horseman approached, from his uniform, I saw ©
that he was a surgeon of the Confederate army. I suppose he noticed
that I waa looking rather disconsolate and homesick, and asked what
was the matter with me. I replied that I had been wounded in the
charge the day before. He unslung a canteen from around his shoulder,
handed it to me, and told me to teke a drink. My, my, I can taste

that yet. How it @id werm me up. I dont know whether it was whiskey
or brandy, but I do know that it greatly revived and warmed me, bless-
ings on that Johnny Reb Dootor. I wish I knew where he was now so
that I sould write him a letter of thanks, before he left he told me
they were going to form a rude Hospital, at some distance from where

we were and he would send en ambulance for me. After a while, when

 

 
 

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it hed warmed up some, I got me a little something to eat, and stayed
there all day waiting for the ambulance, we could heer at a distance
of several miles, the roar of the cannon, but had no means of knowing
how the conflict wag going or in whose favor. I remembered at one
time that it was about 2 o'clock, and I knew no more until it was near
sundown, when I picked myself up from the ground, where I moat have
been lying, unconseioua for some hours, I suppose it was loss of
blood and weakness that caused it. A short time after the ambulance
oame and took me to the hospital. It consisted, simply, of a lerge
tent cloth, thrown over e pole, but it shielded us from the hot rays
ef the sun by dey, end the chilling deve by night, and we were thankful.
The anbulance had gathered in quite a large number of wounded Yanks

and Johnnies, and we remained here, as members of one family for severel
weeks. We had no surgeon or medicines, except water and lint, and
hardly enough of provisions to sustain life. All feelings of enmity
between the men of the blue and the gray are forgotten and we disoussed
the war, and the causes which led to it, md its nienenie outcome, with
perfect good nature. There were many sad oases among the wounded men,
I quote from my diary of May 14th, 1864. Our wounds are dressed and
attended to by our nurse, Mr. Tripp. One men has an arm amputated;
one was shot through the breast, one through both legs, and another
through the thigh. All are in good spirits, but many are quite weak
from loss of blood and lack of suitable food. In front of our tent, a
few rods away, was an amputating teble, end around it a pile of lega
and arms reaching from the ground up to the edge of the table. Ghastly
looking limbs caused by shot end shell, ana cannon balls.

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The forms of mtilated men are all around us, making it very difficult
to Beoure any sleep. I remember, especially one sad case among the
wounded men. A tell young soldier from the Green Mountain stete, had
a bullet firmly imbedded in his sku1l, there were no instruments there
with which it could be extracted, and for a week or ten days he was
Slowly dying, he wes talking incessantly in his deleriun, and somet4mes
lsughing and singing, and on one oacasion he seemed, in imagination,
to be driving up the cows from the pasture, at home, his little sister
was with him, and he would eall out her name, end then the name of
some of the favorite oows, who ware loitering along in the rear. He
grew weaker day by day, his iron constitution yielded slowly, yet it
was conquered in the end, and another name was added to the long roll
of those, who gave themselves for the nation's life. As I had been
busy, much of the time, in writing letters for the soldiers of both
armies, the suthorities of the hospital geve me his papers with his
address and asked me, when I could to write to his friends. After
I returned to Annapolis from Andersonville, I did so, and, as in the
other case I-mentioned, his friends were very ansieue to learn all
they could regarding him, and I did all in my power to satisfy their
anxious inguiries. I remember that the soldier's neme wes Dean.

A confederate surgecn came in the hospital one dsy, and asked
to see my wound. He examined it carefully, end said it was doing
well, was healing from the bottom. He further said that I must have
taken good care of myself the winter before, es my blood seemed to be
in the best of condition, and this is exactly what I did do, took the
beat of care of myself. Mey 22nd. William Knipton, the soldier who

had his arm amputated died this morning. He leaves a wife and child.

 

 
 

 

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When the Confekerates saw that I could write many of them wanted me
to write letters for them to their wives and friends in the south
land, and of all the quaint expressions I ever heard, some of these,
from the poor whites of the South, were the queintest. I took pains
to give their own language, as far ee I could, and they were very

greteful for all I did for them. A poor fellow in the hospital, Who

 

was very weak, from wounds thought his life would be prolonged if ‘he

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could only get a little chicken broth, and he gave a man, who was
going out into the oountry on a scout, one dollar to buy him a chicken,
end he brought the best he conld find, a little serawny excuse for a
chicken about four months old. It shows the puverty of the country
that had been 6ver run with the soldiers of both armies. An old
Virginian came into the hospital one day with a besket of biscuits on
his arm, and a oan of butter-milk in his hand, and he geve each of us,
Johnnie and Yank alike, a biscuit and a little butter-milk. We were
very grateful for his act of kindness, which probably meent much to him.
About this time, an opportunity was given us by the Confederate
authorities to write to our friends at home and I sent a letter to my |
father as follows: 2nd Corps Hospital of the Confederate Army, May 22nd —
1664. Dear Friends at Home. As you have not heard from me in some ?
time, I improve this, my first opportunity to write you a few lines.
We charged the enemy's breast works, the morning of May 12th, in which
I was shot thru' the body just above the right lung. I lay on the
field that day, and then next was taken to the hospital, where I am
now, and doing as well as can be expected. We have the best of physic-

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the wounded of their own army. The woather is quits ooel, which ia
very favorable for the wounded. Now I dont want you to give yourselves
any trouble about me, but just lesve me in his care. J am going to
take matters ap coolly as the weather will edmit of, Ieve to all, I
will write again the first opportunity. I have not seen any of the
Regiment sinee that morning, Remember me, youre affeotionatly. Newton
T. Kirk. To John Kirk, Hartland, Tivingston Co. Mich. 3

In some unaccountable wey my letter. wank put in with that of another
man, who wan writing to his wife, and she sent it to my father witha °
kind note. Her nemo was Mre. 1, M. Rubbard, South Denfield, Masa. I |
found her Letter and my own when I arrived home at the close of the

 

War, and have then now hefore me,

I presume you will think that whet I have written is a very tame
and common place pecount of one of the great battlea of thea Civil Var,
indeed I think eo myself, but you muat remember that en enlisted man |
in the runke hae a very limited range of vision, his time and attention
ia pretty well oesupied with what is. going on around him, in his
immediate vicinity, and especially so, if he is facing « lot of rebels |
with losded mekete, or fixed bayonets, dsut sometimes, when not Bo @n=
gaged, one oould see in the distance, a body of troops marching on the —
donble quick te re-inforce some dangerous positions or the aides, on
the etaff of the Commanding General, carrying dispatohern to different
parts of the field, their horses, most always on eo dead run, and vhite
with foam; then we gould often see groups of men, slowly end painfully
limping beek to the rear, or two men with a stretoher Carrying enother
wounded man t© tho hospital where his wounds oonld he drensed. These

thinga were going on sround ue all the time, though we ald not always
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