... had become priceless treasures, filled as they were with little articles for our comfort made by loving hands, and with letters from dear ones at home,but we threw them into a pile, and the voice of Colonel Hincks was heard: Forward, double-quick, and we moved across the field and entered the woods. Here we met a line clothed in Union blue, and thinking it was the 7th Michigan, of our brigade,--a regiment l...