moment unless he lay close to the ground.
Assisted by one of my sergeants I placed a rubber blanket under the captain and dragged him to the rear.
He was nearly gone.
The surgeon came but could do nothing, and in a short time he passed away.
As the firing ceased for a time, we made a rude coffin and laid him to rest.
We nailed a wooden slab on the tree, enclosing the grave with a little fence.
Then I must perform the saddest duty of all,--write to his loved ones at home.
and I had been warm friends for more than two years, had shared the same blanket on the march, and while at home had been constantly together.
He joined the regiment at Lynnfield
, a young boy just out of school; had been promoted from second lieutenant to captain, and had shared every march and battle in which the regiment had been engaged.
Kind-hearted, generous and brave, I loved him as a brother.
In December, 1865, I went to the place where we laid him and brought the body to Providence, R. I.
, where it now rests.
“By the left flank” we marched on, arriving at Cold Harbor on the morning of June 2.
We were deployed as skirmishers and lay in line until three A. M. the 3d, then were ordered to advance in three lines of battle, charging the enemy, who were intrenched.
We stood in line three hours, waiting for the order to advance, and when it came the rebels were ready and waiting for us, yet over the field we went.
Men were mowed down by hundreds.
, who now commanded the regiment, was struck by a bullet and fell, but rallied again.
The colors of the regiment were shot down, but Mike Scannell
picked them up and carried them forward.
Mike always had an eye to