poured across their rear, as well as from the front and flanks, the struggle went on pitilessly for nearly two hours. Vainly were precious lives freely offered up, in heroic attempts to encourage a charge on the flanking guns.
The enveloping darkness covered all; and the valiant, seeing how impotent were their efforts, felt like crying with Ajax
, ‘Give us but light, O Jove!
and in the light, if thou seest fit, destroy us!’
Every field-officer in the bastion was at last struck down except Major Lewis Butler
, Sixty-seventh Ohio. Colonel Putnam
had been shot through the head.
When all hope of expected support was gone, Major Butler
sent out the regimental colors, and gave orders to leave the bastion.
There were, according to his account, about one hundred men each of the Sixty-second and Sixty-seventh Ohio, about fifty of the Forty-eighth New York, and some small detachments of other regiments, some with and some without officers.
When this force had departed, and the enemy had been re-enforced by the arrival of the Thirtysecond Georgia
, the wounded, those who feared to encounter the enclosing fire, and those who failed to hear or obey the order for abandonment, were soon surrounded and captured.
's brigade had advanced toward the fort, but it was too late, and the men were withdrawn.
Upon the beach in front of the siege line, drunken soldiers of the regular artillery, with swords and pistolshots, barred the passage of all to the rear.
They would listen to no protestations that the regiments were driven back or broken up, and even brutally ordered wounded men to the front.
After a time, their muddled senses came to them on seeing the host of arrivals, while the