It may remind others of a similar experience, perhaps not with the same outcome.
“The day we marched around Sugar Loaf Mountain
we were the last division of our corps.
The day was hot. Wherever the road was in the open, a cloud of dust obscured the moving columns from view.
We had passed through scrubby pine patches that were on fire, which added to our discomfort.
Along in the afternoon the road ran along and around the base of the mountain, a massive sugar loaf shaped prominence.
I had felt more than ordinarily well during the day, the perspiration flowed from my pores profusely.
We were talking and joking as we moved along.
Suddenly I felt a sort of faintness come over me, the perspiration stopped and I said to Benny West
, who was marching beside me, ‘I feel very strange.’
He asked me what was the matter, and before I could answer him I felt the sky grow dark, the world whirl round, and conscious that I was going to fall I made a last effort to reach the road side, and lost track of surrounding events.
When I regained my senses I found Rounds and Tarbell
, of my company, beside me and myself wet from the liberal supply of water to my surface.
After a short time I began to feel better, and soon got all right again, and we started to catch the regiment, which I reached before the other two that night, and I was subject to considerable criticism on the part of Rounds and Tarball, who kicked because, being left behind to take care of a dying man, lie came to, got well, and beat them to the camp the same night.”
In his quick recovery and immediate return to the regiment Comrade Beckwith
was especially fortunate, for according to Col. Cronkite
, by the first two days march, “Many strong constitutions were wrecked, and many brave soldiers, stricken with fever and other diseases, lost their lives from exposure during the first week of service.”