latter is impregnable.
He must have been reinforced from the enemy's left.
Still a terrific canonnade from our artillery.
Our brave comrade, Sergt. Stephen H. Reynolds
, commanding the second detachment, is wounded in the leg, and borne from the field; amputation having been found necessary, he leaves the limb on the shore of the Rappahannock
It would seem that the enemy in our front have been augmented by troops drawn from the rear of the town.
The condition of the First and Sixth Corps is critical.
But reinforcements are at hand; Gen. Hooker
has sent us Birney
Once more the tide is turned from the plain to the ridge; the Confederates
seek their old position.
From almost the earliest moment of the engagement till near noon, there was one gun upon the Confederate
right, probably a smooth-bore twelve-pounder, that was aimed with great precision, making sad havoc with the Federal
Three Federal field batteries were at one time brought to bear upon it, and it received the fire of a heavy battery across the river, yet for a long time was not silenced.
Sunday, the 14th, was quiet.
No doubt Stonewall Jackson
attended service in the morning and afternoon.
But Federals and Confederates were mainly engaged in burying their dead, and caring for the wounded.
Nor was the position of our army on Monday materially changed; but the heavens gave token of a slowly gathering storm.
These symptoms became yet more imminent as this tedious and uneventful day drew to a close.
The rank and file had made such preparations as were possible in the situation of things, for passing the night upon the field.
Some comrades who had been to the river, reported that hay and earth were being strewn upon the pontoons.
‘What is it for?
Are we going to back out of this?’
——. It seemed so. A boisterous south wind, full in the direction of the Confederate
lines, had arisen, and on its heels came a storm, a fierce one.
In the midst of the gale and blizzard we withdrew to the river.
The night was decidedly favorable for a ‘masterly retreat,’ as all sounds were borne north on the blast, and away from the Confederate
The dark, dismal night was consumed in the crossing,—--troops of all arms crawling across, troops of all arms huddled upon the bank awaiting their turn to follow.