shot in the leg. Col. Ben Brown was killed. Churchill had two horses shot under him. Colonels Burbridge, Foster and Kelly, and nearly every other field officer, were disabled. But in spite of all these losses, Price grew stronger all the time, whilst Lyon's strength was fast wasting away. Walking along his line from left to right, encouraging his men by his own intrepid bearing and well-spoken words, rallying them when they were beginning to give way, steadying them when they still stood to duty, inspiring them with his own brave purpose to make one more effort to win the day while yet there was time to try, Lyon had nearly reached the advanced section of Totten's battery when his horse, whose bridle he held in his hand, was killed, and he was wounded in the leg and in the head. Stunned and dazed by the blow, and his brave soul cut down by the shock, he said in a confused sort of way to those nearest, that he feared the day was lost. But he came quickly to his senses, and ordering Sturgis to rally the First Iowa, which was beginning to break badly, he mounted a horse that was offered him, and swinging his hat in the air, called out to his men to follow. A portion of Mitchell's Second Kansas, which Lieutenant Wherry had just brought again to the front, closed quickly around him, and together they dashed into the fight. The next moment Mitchell was struck down, severely wounded, and almost instantly thereafter a fatal ball pierced Lyon's breast. He fell from his horse into the arms of his faithful orderly, who had sprung forward to catch him, and in another minute he was dead. The command devolved upon Major Sturgis. He called his chief officers together. Price had already been reinforced by Gratiot, and now Dockery's Arkansas regiment and a section of Reid's battery were getting into position, and with them the Third Louisiana, which, for the first time since its encounter with Plummer in the early morning, had been united under its colonel, Hebert, and was eager to add to the laurels it had gathered by the defeat of Plummer and rout of Sigel. Sturgis decided to retreat. The order was given and silently obeyed, Steele's battalion of regulars covering the retreat and marching away in perfect order. It was now half past 11. The Confederates, stretched out among the bushes in which they had been fighting all day, were
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