hours and was able to talk.
He had lost all trace of time, but said that he had suffered little, being unconscious most of the time.
During the day Bartlett
took the body of the colonel to the rear, and was returning to his old place when a sharpshooter fired, hitting him over the eye, which placed him on the retired list for a time.
From the 9th to the 12th the firing was constant day and night; men were killed every hour in the day. Captain Hincks
was severely wounded while lying in rear of the works.
The duty was very hard.
One-half the men must be on guard during the night, and all in line at three A. M. The officer in charge was obliged to go from right to left, as the men would drop to sleep as soon as they were posted, being exhausted from long hours of duty.
The mental strain was unspeakable.
While at Cold Harbor about one hundred recruits joined the regiment.
They were not brought to the front, but placed in the rear line, with Lieutenant McGinnis
At nine P. M. on the 12th we quietly moved out of the works and marched towards the Chickahominy
This was old ground to us. We had been here with McClellan
in 1862. Lieutenant McGinnis
had quite a time with his recruits; not half of them could speak or understand the English
language, and Bill taught them by the kindergarten method.
Standing in front he would say, “Look at me. Put on your bayonets, put 'em on.”
He would go through the motions, they following.
After a few days his “army of all nations” was disbanded, the men being assigned to companies.
Arriving at the James River
we crossed on a steamer and halted for rations, but before they could be served were ordered forward, and marched twenty-five miles without a