ed forward on the double-quick to its place in the line, reaching it before the Brigade had cleared the belt of woods.
It was an illustration of the influence of example by a leader, the power of discipline and of the command of a familiar voice.
The Brigade moved on out of the woods and over a field strewn with the dead and wounded of both armies.
During this advance, First Lieut. Reynolds, of Company G, stumbled over a dead Confederate color sergeant.
He stooped and snatched the Cross Jack or Saltier from the staff, made it into a ball and passed it to the orderly of Col. Hinks as a trophy, then hurrying on with the regiment.
He never saw the flag afterward and no one now knows what became of it.
On the opposite side of the field was Hagerstown Turnpike, and a little to the left of the line was a small building, the Dunker church.
On one side of this turnpike lay rows of Union dead,—in some instances taking in every man in the line—while on the opposite side lay the dead C
hael Sullivan, thigh.
Private Edward Doherty.
Private Daniel Delay, shoulder.
Private Timothy Leary, leg.
Private James Flannigan, leg.
Private George Wright.
Private Philip Dunn, leg.
Private James Welch.
Co. F.Sergeant Charles K. Hazen, slight.
Corporal Benjamin E. Fogg, hand.
Corporal John N. Robinson, leg.
Corporal Nelson E. Knights, leg.
Private James Doherty, arm.
Private William M. Curtis, neck.
Private William Gardner, leg.
Private Seth M. Harris, shoulder.
Private John McCann, leg.
Private Joseph S. Gifford, arm (died Sept. 25th at Winchester, Va.）
Private Joseph C. James, leg.
Private William Smith, shoulder.
Private Frederick P. Turner, head.
Co. G.First Lieutenant John P. Reynolds, Jr., ankle and elbow.
First Sergeant Joseph Marshall, shoulder.
Sergeant Jeremiah C. Cronan, hand.
Sergeant John P. Condon.
Corporal Frederick Chandler, leg.
Private Jeremiah Corbett, shoulder.
Private Charles S. Pearson, foot.
Private James McCarty, thigh and ar