ord was passed along to fall back quietly to our skirmish line and back we started.
Getting back into the open field, it was covered with dark forms lying on the ground, and many more moving back.
I came at once across a group and recognized Tom Parsons of the 5th Maine.
He was shot through the wrist, both bones were crushed and he suffered terrible pain.
Between him and another man was a wounded captain and Parsons said For God's sake help us back with him.
Giving the man my gun, I stoopeParsons said For God's sake help us back with him.
Giving the man my gun, I stooped in front of the captain, and catching him by the legs hoisted him as gently as I could upon my back, carried him to the edge of the woods, and under shelter of our skirmish line, and there left him with some of his regiment.
I kept on trying to find some of our own fellows.
Reaching the works we started from, I found one of the company.
Back of the works a little ways, in the edge of the pines where our men were assembling was the 95th Pennsylvania.
Occupying these works less than an ho