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extent it was instrumental in toning up the health and spirits of the army cannot be estimated, but that it was Otis N. Harrington Orderly Sergeant eminently beneficial, and warded off a vast amount of summer disease, is beyond all question. We remained at our post on picket for five days. From this camp, First Sergeant Otis N. Harrington, who had been ailing for some time with chronic diarrhoea, was sent to Washington, the 29th, but did not live to reach there, dying on the journey July 30th. He left his saddle when the army crossed into Virginia, saying at the time that the last hope of recovery had left him. The rigors of the campaign to this point had so aggravated his disease that his courage had deserted him, and his strength nearly so, when we crossed at Harper's Ferry. From this time the hardships lie underwent multiplied, so that when at last it was permitted to send him to the hospital he had not sufficient vitality left to reach there. He was an efficient officer
t watch of the Rebels. Beyond this again lay the Middle Ground; then the Rebel pickets; and on the ridge beyond, the enemy's main line. Still farther up towards the crest of Cemetery Ridge, for so it was called, another strong line had been erected since the Mine failure, to guard against the possible issue of another such attempt. In full view at our left front, opposite Fort Morton, were the ruins of the Elliott Salient, the undermined fort, much as they were left on that memorable July 30th. Since the catastrophe the Rebels had straightened their line, and the rifle-pit of their picket line now crossed the front of the ruins. . . .A horrid chasm one hundred and thirty-five feet in length, ninety-seven feet in breadth, and thirty feet deep; and its brave garrison all asleep, save the guards when thus surprised by sudden death, lie buried beneath the jagged blocks of blackened clay—in all two hundred and fifty-six officers and men of the Eighteenth and Twenty-second South Car
a rapid wasting away of the so-called Confederacy, and we felt the end to be near. We were aroused from our slumbers one morning (March 25) by the roar of artillery from the front of Petersburg, and soon came orders to pack up and be ready to move at once. It was occasioned by the Rebels assaulting Fort Stedman at daylight, carrying it with almost no opposition; but not following up their success, they were served much as was the assaulting column at the Elliott Salient the memorable 30th of July previous. This fact we, of course, did not learn until later. We heard simply that Fort Stedman had been captured, but as the firing died away, and no enemy appeared sweeping down on our flank, and as preparations were now making for an attack in our front, we became convinced that their advantage must have been short-lived. When everything was in readiness the infantry advanced along our front and captured the enemy's fortified picket line, during which we employed our time at inte