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gin, during the night, that it was simply madness to think of an assault upon it. So thought Warren, who was considered a skilful engineer; so thought the men of his command;
Recognizing that the task now before them was of the character of a forlorn hope, knowing well that no man could here count on escaping death, the soldiers, without sign of shrinking from the sacrifice, were seen quietly pinning on the breast of their blouses of blue, slips of paper on which each had written his name.—Swinton's campaigns of the Army of the Potomac. so decided Gen. Meade, who rode rapidly over to the left to satisfy himself.
It was a great grief to the latter to have a campaign from which he had hoped so much end without success, but any further move looking to a dislodgment of Lee would entail a still further advance into the enemy's country; and this, with our supply trains across the river, and the rations of the army now nearly exhausted, was not to be thought of in the hostile month of Dec
roops, like Barlow's gained a position far in advance of the one they started from, and close to the enemy.
Hancock's corps, the only portion of the Yankee army that had come in contact with the Confederate works, had been hurled back in a storm of fire.—Third Year of the War. Edward A. Pollard. The story of the Second Corps is the story of the Sixth and Eighteenth that assaulted at the same time.
They were repulsed most disastrously at every point.
The following statement is made by Mr. Swinton on p. 487, Army of the Potomac, and has been adopted by many subsequent writers.
Harper's Pictorial History of the Rebellion discredits it. Others have denied it.
Some hours after the failure of the first assault, Gen. Meade sent instructions to each corps commander to renew the attack. . . . . . . But no man stirred, and the immobile lines pronounced a verdict, silent yet emphatic, against further slaughter.
During the afternoon we fired only at long intervals, lying pretty low,