The troops lay on the battlefield all night under arms.  Here and there a soldier, singly or perhaps in twos, were scouring through the dense thicket or isolated places, seeking lost friends and comrades, whose names were unanswered to at the roll call, and who were not among the wounded and dead at the hospital.  The pale moon looked down in sombre silence upon the ghastly upturned faces of the dead that lay strewn along the battle line.  The next day was a true version of the lines—­

  “Under the sod,
  under the clay,
  Here lies the blue, there the grey.”

for the blue and grey fell in great wind rows that day, and were buried side by side.

The Confederates being repulsed in the first charge, returned to the attack, broke the Federal lines in pieces, and by 9 o’clock they had fled the field, leaving all the fruits of victory in the hands of the Confederates.

No rest for the beaten enemy, no sleep for the hunted prey.  McClellan was moving heaven and earth during the whole night to place “White Oak Swamp” (a tangled, swampy wilderness, of a half mile in width and six or eight miles in length,) between his army and Lee’s.  By morning he had the greater portion of his army and supply trains over, but had left several divisions on the north side of the swamp to guard the crossings.  Jackson and Magruder began pressing him early on the 30th in his rear, while Longstreet, A.P.  Hill, and others were marching with might and main to intercept him on the other side.  After some desultory firing, Jackson found McClellan’s rear guard too strong to assail, by direct assault, so his divisions, with Magruder’s, were ordered around to join forces with Hill and Longstreet.  The swamp was impassable, except at the few crossings, and they were strongly guarded, so they were considered not practicable of direct assault.  But in the long winding roads that intervened between the two wings, Magruder and Jackson on the north and Longstreet and A.P.  Hill on the south, Magruder was misled by taking the wrong road (the whole Peninsula being a veritable wilderness), and marched away from the field instead of towards it, and did not reach Longstreet during the day.  But at 3 o’clock Longstreet, not hearing either Jackson’s or Magruder’s guns, as per agreement, and restless of the delays of the other portions of the army, feeling the danger of longer inactivity, boldly marched in and attacked the enemy in his front.

Here was Frazier’s Farm, and here was fought as stubbornly contested battle, considering the numbers engaged, as any during the campaign.  Near nightfall, after Longstreet had nearly exhausted the strength of his troops by hard fighting, A.P.  Hill, ever watchful and on the alert, threw the weight of his columns on the depleted ranks of the enemy, and forced them from the field.  The soldiers who had done such deeds of daring as to win everlasting renown at Gaines’ Mill and Cold Harbor, did not fail