And all this is done while the hero-boy is on the ground, bleeding.

An hour afterward his comrades bear the boy to a sheltered spot on the other side of the streamlet, and then the first word of complaint escapes him.

As they are taking off his leg, he says, in his agony, 'Oh, what will mother do ?'" Poor boy! At that terrible moment, in the throes of his fierce agony, he thought not of himself, but of the mother at home, who was dependent on his exertions for a livelihood.

For in war it is not alone the men in the field who are called upon to suffer, but the mothers, the wives, and the children, left at home, whose hearts are rent with anxiety--to whom, at any moment, may come the tidings of the death of their loved one.
On a rocky height, commanding the field, Garfield watched the tide of battle.

He saw that it was unequal, and that there was danger that his troops would be overmatched.