, New York and Massachusetts
Brave men from our regiment crawled over the field, giving water to friend and foe alike.
About midnight the order was whispered down the line to move.
I had been from right to left of the company keeping the men awake, as we expected the order.
As still as possible we crawled over the field.
We had gone but a short distance when, looking back, I saw one member of the company had not started.
Thinking he had fallen asleep I returned, and shaking him said, “Come, come!”
As I drew close to him my eyes rested on the face of Jonathan Hudson
, cold in death.
He had been killed in the early evening as we lay in line and his death was not known to his comrades near him. It was the saddest sensation I ever experienced.
When we arrived at the road we found many of our wounded.
was on a stretcher, and as the ambulances were full he was carried a long distance before one could be found.
was also badly wounded and had to be carried.
We started with the body of Major How in a blanket as we had no stretchers, but being so very heavy we were forced to leave him.
Without any regimental formation we began our weary march to Malvern Hill
, where we arrived at daylight, were at once ordered to support a battery, and witnessed one of the most terrible artillery battles of the war. In the afternoon our brigade was ordered to the woods and held the right of the army.
The next morning, in a drenching rain, we started for Harrison's Landing
We marched in three lines, but it was not an army, it was a mob. Artillery was stuck in the mud, wagons were abandoned and burned by the roadside.
The only thought of every one was to get to Harrison's Landing
as soon as possible.
Some did not stop