He is said to have had a very soldierly bearing when on duty, and his orders were given in clear, prompt, ringing that Wilderness, eighteen miles through, was a vast, hand-tohand, grappling fight for days and nights; terrible throes and struggles it required to drive the Rebels out of the thicket. Unburied bodies, Rebels and Northerners, are now scattered among the trees. The trees are torn and shivered by the sleet of bullets that stormed through these woods. You read of bayonet charges where one or other always gives way before the bayonets cross: there was a fight for days closer than bayonet charges. I remember passing through one clearing about as large as the College yard, the pike running through the centre of it, and across the pike and the clearing a strong Rebel earthwork. A deep ditch is cut across the field about one hundred yards in front of the earthwork. Our troops came up the pike through the woods and deployed across the clearing in front of the earthwork, and the One Hundred and Forty-sixth New York (old Duryea's Zouaves, re-enlisted) charged in line, and a battery was run up close to the works on the pike. The Zouaves charged across the plain, in the face of the fire, leaping the ditch, over the earthwork, into the midst of the Rebels, five times, and the last time mighty few returned. They sung the chorus “Rally round the flag” as they charged. The field in front of the earthwork and just inside is sprinkled with the bodies of those gallant fellows in their brilliant uniforms; the bottom of the ditch is covered; dead Rebels are mingled with them inside. Imagine the two or three hundred men that used to gather for our football games lying dead about the Delta, and you have an idea of the scene near the earthwork. Another fearful scene is where we drove the Rebs back on the plank-road two or three miles; and in the woods half a mile each side of the road, and along the road, lie the bodies scattered among the trees,—our men and Rebels, but the Rebels are thickest; the trees are splintered with shot; and broken muskets and equipments, and now and then parts of a gun-carriage, are scattered along. I found men of the Twentieth Massachusetts there; some before dying had pinned bits of paper, with their names, on their sleeves; one sergeant had his warrant by his side. We brought in a good many wounded, who have been near there since the fight, taken care of by the Rebels; we picked up a few prisoners.
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Ode recited at the Harvard commemoration, July 21 , 1865 .
He is said to have had a very soldierly bearing when on duty, and his orders were given in clear, prompt, ringing
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