We continued to fire until our ammunition was exhausted, then were relieved by men of the 6th corps.
Just as long as we could see a man the firing continued.
We slept on the field, ready to renew the battle in the morning, and at daylight waited for the rebels to open.
Not a shot was fired and we advanced.
What a sight met our eyes as we went over the works!
Rebels lay four and five deep in the trenches.
Many were alive but unable to move, as the dead were piled on top of them.
Our better natures were aroused.
We laid out the dead for burial, cared for the wounded, then withdrew to the rear to reorganize our regiments.
While resting in the rear a man from the 6th corps came to me and said, “Is this the 19th Massachusetts?”
I answered, “Yes.”
“Have you a Lieutenant Adams
in your regiment?”
I again made the same reply.
“Well, he is dead.
He lies just over the little hill.
Here is his revolver case that I took from him.”
I then understood what he meant.
A few days before, finding that it was impossible to carry my revolver on account of my wounds, I had given it to Lieut. Johnnie Ferris
, and he must have been the one whom the man had found.
We had been fighting so hard that we had no time to think of each other, and I then remembered that I had not seen Ferris
since we charged on the morning of the previous day. I went with the man and found Johnnie, shot through the head, in front of the rebel works.
He had fallen over a tree that the rebels had cut down, and must have been killed as we rushed through the abatis.
His death was a severe loss to the regiment.
He had been promoted from the ranks for good conduct; was loved by the officers and worshipped by the men. With sad hearts we laid him to rest near where he fell.
We could not find Colonel Rice
and feared he must be