“The third day was unusually lovely, but our hearts were too anxious to admit of our enjoying it.  The rebels were entrenched on heights behind the town.  It was necessary that these should be taken, and about noon the movement commenced.  Our forces marched steadily across the intervening plain.  The rebels reserved their fire till we were half-way across, and then from all sides burst forth the deadly fire.  We were completely at their mercy.  Twenty men in my own company fell dead or wounded, among them the captain and first lieutenant.  Of what followed I can give you little idea.  I gave myself up for lost.  A desperate impulse enabled me to march on to what seemed certain destruction.  All at once I felt a sensation of numbness in my left arm, and looking down, I saw that the blood was trickling from it.

“But I had little time to think of myself.  Hearing a smothered groan, I looked round, and saw Frank Grover, pale and reeling.

" ‘I’m shot in the leg,’ he said.  ’Don’t leave me here.  Help me along, and I will try to keep up with you.’

“The poor lad leaned upon me, and we staggered forward.  But not for long.  A stone wall stared us in the face.  Here rebel sharpshooters had been stationed, and they opened a galling fire upon us.  We returned it, but what could we do?  We were compelled to retire, and did so in good order, but unfortunately not until the sharpshooters had picked off some of our best men.

“Among the victims was the poor lad whom I assisted.  A second bullet struck him in the heart.  He uttered just one word, ‘mother,’ and fell.  Poor boy, and poor mother!  He seemed to have a premonition of his approaching death, and requested me the day previous to take charge of his effects, and send them with his love and a lock of his hair to his mother if anything should befall him.  This request I shall at once comply with.  I have succeeded in getting the poor fellow’s body brought to camp, where it will be decently buried, and have cut from his head two brown locks, one for his mother, and one for myself.

“At last we got back with ranks fearfully diminished.  Many old familiar faces were gone—­the faces of those now lying stiff and stark in death.  More were groaning with anguish in the crowded hospital.  My own wound was too trifling to require much attention.  I shall have to wear a sling for a few days perhaps.

“There is little more to tell.  Until Tuesday evening we maintained our position in daily expectation of an attack.  But none was made.  This was more fortunate for us.  I cannot understand what withheld the enemy from an assault.

“On Tuesday suddenly came the order to re-cross the river.  It was a stormy and dreary night, and so, of course, favorable to our purpose.  The maneuver was executed in silence, and with commendable expedition.  The rebels appeared to have no suspicion of General Burnside’s intentions.  The measured beat of our double quick was drowned by the fury of the storm, and with minds relieved, though bodies drenched, we once more found ourselves with the river between us and our foes.  Nothing was left behind.