Such a thing as a boy making an outcry when he discovered his comrade dead, or manifesting any, desire to get away from the corpse, was unknown.
I remember one who, as Charles II.

said of himself, was -- "an unconscionable long time in dying." His name was Bickford; he belonged to the Twenty-First Ohio Volunteer Infantry, lived, I think, near Findlay, O., and was in my hundred.

His partner and he were both in a very bad condition, and I was not surprised, on making my rounds, one morning, to find them apparently quite dead.

I called help, and took his partner away to the gate.

When we picked up Bickford we found he still lived, and had strength enough to gasp out: "You fellers had better let me alone." We laid him back to die, as we supposed, in an hour or so.
When the Rebel Surgeon came in on his rounds, I showed him Bickford, lying there with his eyes closed, and limbs motionless.