. The life of General Ulysses S. Grant. Containing a brief but faithful narrative of those military and diplomatic achievements which have entitled him to the confidence and gratitude of his countrymen. mond. — The Pageantry of War. — Magni-tude of the Army. — Advance to the North Anna. — Positions of theTwo Armies. — Secret March to the Pamunkey. — New Base ofSupplies. HROUGH all the long hours of the nightwhich succeeded this day of blood, groansof anguish, and occasionally shrill cries oftorture, could be heard from the field where,during the battle, twenty thousand menhad been struck down,
. The life of General Ulysses S. Grant. Containing a brief but faithful narrative of those military and diplomatic achievements which have entitled him to the confidence and gratitude of his countrymen. mond. — The Pageantry of War. — Magni-tude of the Army. — Advance to the North Anna. — Positions of theTwo Armies. — Secret March to the Pamunkey. — New Base ofSupplies. HROUGH all the long hours of the nightwhich succeeded this day of blood, groansof anguish, and occasionally shrill cries oftorture, could be heard from the field where,during the battle, twenty thousand menhad been struck down, wounded or dead. The next daythere was active skirmishing, but no general rebels, now acting only on the defensive, were busyin throwing up intrenchments to protect themselves fromour impetuous charges. To prevent this operation, Gen-eral Grant kept up a continual shelling of their unburied dead, and the sufferings of the wounded,made so strong an appeal to every heavt, that neitherarmy felt disposed to neglect that appeal for the renewalof the battle. No one can imagine, without having witnessed thespectacle, what it is to see twenty thousand men struck 289. 240 LIFE OF GENERAL GRANT. down by the missiles of war in every conceivable formof mutilation. The temporary hospitals were all were waiting — their life-blood oozing away —for their turn to come to be placed beneath the knife ofthe surgeons. Prayers, sighs, groans, resounded on allsides. Piles of amputated limbs rose by the side of thesurgeons tents. In the terrible excitement of battle, oneis unmindful of the carnage. But, after the battle, every-one is appalled by the contemplation of that unmitigatedmisery, for which there can be no earthly passed this dreadful day. While the surgeons wereplying the knife and the saw, and the burying partieswere heaping the turf over the dead, shells were scream-ing through the air, and the thunders of hostile
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