The story of one regiment.--When the Maine
Eleventh passed through New-York
last November, the “Hallelujah Chorus” chanted by eight hundred and fifty sturdy fellows, few persons who saw them could have anticipated that those tall lumbermen would, within a twelvemonth, be almost decimated.
Arriving in Washington
they built those famous barracks which were visited by so many strangers; but in spite of the fine shelter the typhoid was soon busy in their ranks, and when they went down with Casey
's division they were only seven hundred and fifty strong; one eighth died of disease.
While on the Peninsula
they lived on hard biscuit and water for five weeks, owing to the inefficiency or rascality of some one, so that when they took up the double-quick for Williamsburgh
the men fell on the road and died from sheer exhaustion.
At the battle of Fair Oaks
they numbered, fit
for duty, only one hundred and eighty men. One half of this number were in action, and were nearly all killed and wounded.--New-York Evening Post, June 11