“With heavy hearts we not set about about the task of burying such of our poor fellows as were within reach. Always the saddest of a soldier’s duties, it was peculiarly so upon this occasion, for all felt that the rising sun would bring with it a repetition of this days horrors, and that perhaps, at this hour to-morrow, some comrade might be performing this same sad office for us.”
“‘ Few and short were the prayers we said,
And we spoke not a word of sorrow,
As we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead,
And bitterly thought on the morrow.'”1
