h the dim smoke-wreathed aisles of the forest to see the reinforcing battalion whom we knew must be beating wearily through the mud to aid us and save the day. No reinforcements came except fragmentary squads of broken regiments, who served to fill up the depletions.
When going after recruits I found a stray Colonel,—Lieutenant-Colonel Wells of the First Massachusetts.
He had been separated from his men, and gladly accepted my invitation to take charge of my little army while I went over to Will's regiment, and obtained some more cartridges, which greatly encouraged the men. . . . . I was several times within a few yards of the enemy, whose line of fire flashed in our very faces.
But they never got fully into our covert or discovered our weakness of numbers, except as prisoners; and those prisoners, several times trying to aid and inform their fighting brethren, were knocked down with clubbed muskets.
Carried to Fortress Monroe, he found his own way to Boston a week later, upon