"There will be a train of wounded going off for Richmond the first thing in the morning, and you shall go by it.

You had better get a door," he said to some of the troopers, who had come across from the spot where the cavalry were bivouacked to see how their comrades were getting on, "and carry him down and put him in the train.

One has just been sent off and another will be made up at once, so that the wounded can be put in it as they are taken down.

Now I will bandage the wound, and it will not want any more attention until you get home." A wad of lint was placed upon the wound and bandaged tightly round the body.
"Remember you have got to lie perfectly quiet, and not attempt to move till the bones have knit.

I am afraid that they are badly fractured, and will require some time to heal up again." A door was fetched from an outhouse near, and Vincent and two of his comrades, who were also ordered to be sent to the rear, were one by one carried down to the nearest point on the railway, where a train stood ready to receive them, and they were then laid on the seats.
All night the wounded kept arriving, and by morning the train was packed as full as it would hold, and with two or three surgeons in charge started for Richmond.