that Captain Butterworth
, to whom I have before referred, had not been removed.
No one was with him but my servant Pin. To my enquiry why he, the Captain
, had not been cared for, he replied that all the wagons which had passed were filled with our own wounded, but that he hoped soon to get him in. It was now nearly 9 P. M., with every prospect of a bad night, and I directed my servant to take from under my saddle four of five blankets which my dear wife had provided for my own exigencies, and to make him as comfortable as possible.
I also charged my servant to lay my commands on the first wagon which passed to take him in and carry him to the hospital, while he must remain by him until this was done.
This officer was grateful for my arrangements for his comfort; inquired of my servant who I was, and handing him his pistols, a beautiful pair, directed him to hand them to me, with an earnest request that I would accept them as the evidence of his gratitude for the kind and generous care I had taken of him; at least, so said my servant when he delivered the pistols to me next morning, and added, that I had scarcely left them the night before, when a wagon passing by, was stopped, the officer taken in and duly delivered at the hospital.
Subsequently inquiring about him, I was informed that he had been moved to Orange Courthouse, where he had died.
It was now fully 9 P. M. I had been in the saddle from a little after sunrise.
I was much fatigued from the constant exertions and anxieties of the day, besides I had slept but little the two preceding nights — the night promised to be a bad one; and so, I concluded to seek the hospitable roof of my friend Dogan
, where my Major
was already quartered.
The road to Dogan
's passed over the bloody plateau, on which a large portion of the fighting had been done, and near the Henry house
The field through which I rode was well nigh covered with the Federal
dead and wounded; and as my horse's step announced the passing of a human being, the wail of suffering humanity, and deep cry for water, water, which burst upon the otherwise profound stillness of the hour, was absolutely agonizing.
I understood the appeal, but without the power to give relief, was compelled to leave them to those who were already actively engaged in collecting the wounded and carrying them where their wants could be attended to. On reaching Dogan
's, I saw by the imperfect light of a somewhat clouded moon, that his porch, yard and stable adjoining the yard, seemed full of the enemy's wounded.
Taking my seat in the porch, one of the wounded men, I think from New Hampshire
, asked me about my position in the fight.
Apparently satisfied with my reply, he said, “I thought I recognized you when you rode up, and particularly your horse.
Three times did I ”