Down in the ravine below us lay hundreds of killed and wounded Rebels, groaning and crying aloud for water and for help.

We did do what we could for those right around us--but it was so dark, and so many shell bursting and bullets flying around that a fellow could not get about much.

I tell you it was pretty tough next morning to go along to the different companies of our regiment and hear who were among the killed and wounded, and to see the long row of graves that were being dug to bury our comrades and our officers.

There was the Captain of Company E, Nelson Skeeles, of Fulton County, O., one of--the bravest and best officers in the regiment.

By his side lay First Sergeant Lesnit, and next were the two great, powerful Shepherds--cousins but more like brothers.