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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 5 (search)
The Fifteenth and Fiftieth New-York, and the regular battalion behaved manfully, and withstood a murderous fire at close range. Our casualties are five or six killed, and thirty-five to forty wounded. Among the former we have to lament Captain Charles E. Cross of the regular Engineers, shot through the brain, while at the river-bank, in charge of the bridge details. He was a gallant and accomplished officer, and his loss is deeply regretted. He had rendered valuable services at every former ther force advanced toward Fredericksburgh, the rebel pickets firing and retreating under cover of trees and houses. Numbers were seen leaving for the woods in rear of the town. It was now getting dark, and the action ceased for the night. Captain Cross of the Fiftieth New-York was killed, with three or four others, and some ten or twelve wounded. The loss of the enemy was not ascertained. We took fifty-five prisoners--all of the Second Florida regiment. Some of them say that Lee has fa
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 22 (search)
was fired by the rebel shells, and its light gave their sharpshooters a little longer time at that point to work. Both sides lay on their arms exhausted, but insatiate, to wait for the dawning. Results and doubtful issue. The Third and Second corps were badly shattered. The Eleventh had not been quite so much engaged — its artillery had kept the rebels at a greater distance — but it had behaved well. Sickles was wounded — a leg shot off; Gen. Zook was killed; our own old townsman, Col. Cross, was killed; the farm-houses and barns for miles were filled with the wounded. The rebels had left us Barksdale, dying; what other losses they had met we could only conjecture from the piles of dead the last rays of the sun had shown along their front. And so, with doubtful prospects, darkness came. like a wall between us, and compelled nature's truce. From the right there came sudden, sharp vol. leys of cheers; Ewell had not gone; a hasty rush had carried some of Slocum's rifle-pi<