. The story of the Twenty-first Regiment, Connecticut Volunteer Infantry, during the Civil War, 1861-1865 [electronic resource] . ts weredug for the pickets a few lines in advance, and the reservestook the place of labor in the trenches. The musicians andthe ambulance corps with stretchers groped cautiously about,responding to the groans of the wounded and the parties without arms or equipments were detailed tobuiy the dead. The ground was strewn with men in blueovercoats, some lying cold in death, some feverishly beggingfor water, some sleeping the deep, heavy sleep of exhaustio
. The story of the Twenty-first Regiment, Connecticut Volunteer Infantry, during the Civil War, 1861-1865 [electronic resource] . ts weredug for the pickets a few lines in advance, and the reservestook the place of labor in the trenches. The musicians andthe ambulance corps with stretchers groped cautiously about,responding to the groans of the wounded and the parties without arms or equipments were detailed tobuiy the dead. The ground was strewn with men in blueovercoats, some lying cold in death, some feverishly beggingfor water, some sleeping the deep, heavy sleep of exhaustionand dreaming over again their perils. Any unusual noise,sometimes even the snapping of a brittle twig, would provokea random shot from the vigilant foe. Staff officers crawledwarily to and fro, seeking to trace their path to the variousheadquarters with orders for the night and the morrow. Itwas well nigh impossible to take a step without treading uponsome human being, either living or dead. Besides this ob-struction, the ground was honeycombed with pits and holeswhere the men had burrowed for safety during the days trial,. :APTAIN CHARLES ALBERT B. JOHNSON. CAPTAIN GEORGE W WILLIAM W. LATHAM. The Battle of Cold Harbor. 243 Behind the front line where the shovels were languidly plied,there were no less than seven parallels of sand thrown up bythe successive regiments in rear of each other. These ridges,in the dimness of night, looked like gigantic furrows turnedup by some enormous plough-share and awaiting the harrow. Prowling about with cat-lil<e tread and greedy eyes, ap-peared one of those harpies of the battle-field, a plunderer ofthe dead. He was detected in the act of robbing an officer,whom he supposed to be wounded. Placed under guard tilldaylight, this rascal proved to be a bounty jumper from Phila-delphia, one of those substitutes whom some men so patriot-ically furnished to represent themselves at the front. He wastried by a drum-he
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