r saw him coming towards me, and made a sign for him to go to the rear, which he did, and where I joined him in a few moments.
Through two hours of such fighting Henry was of great service to me.
He wrote this letter from the hospital at Fredericksburg, Monday, May 9, 1864:—
My dear mother,—I fear, before you see this letter, you may hear from other sources that I have been wounded.
But there has been no possible means in my power of sending word to you. . . . . My right jaw-bone is regret that his wound should take him from the field when there was so much need of men. He never lost his spirits, and amused his wounded comrades around him by making wry faces at them.
On Wednesday, May 11th, about three P. M., he left Fredericksburg in an ambulance for Belle Plain, some eight miles distant. At two o'clock the next morning they had only reached White Oak Church, a distance of about five miles. Here the ambulance was attacked by Mosby's guerillas.
Henry was sitting on the