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78.-the seven days Contests.
Cincinnati Commercial account.
James River, Va., Tuesday Evening, July 2, 1862.
O friends!
could you realize the afflictions of the past five days, you could almost shed tears of blood.
Said a noble and gallant soldier, whose visage was wan, whose voice was tremulous with inexpressible emotion, whose beard was matted with his own precious blood — the crimson drops were trickling from his wound even then: O my friends!
it is horrible, horrible!
to see this proud army so wretchedly pressed upon every side, destruction threatening wherever we turn, scarce a hope of extrication save that which is born of despair.
It is horrible.
And the devoted soldier, who had faced the foe all day, and far into the night which had passed, turned into the forest to hide his manly grief.
Had you seen his worn and haggard warriors plunge wearily on the soil around him, begrimed with smoke, and some of them stained with blood, and had you known that an