The battle continued yesterday near the field of the day
before. We gained the day! For this victory we are most thankful. The enemy
were repulsed with fearful loss; but our loss was great. The wounded were
brought until a late hour last night, and to-day the hospitals have been
crowded with ladies, offering their services to nurse, and the streets are
filled with servants darting about, with waiters covered with snowy napkins,
carrying refreshments of all kinds to the wounded. Many of the sick, wounded,
and weary are in private houses. The roar of the cannon has ceased. Can we hope
that the enemy will now retire? General Pettigrew is missing — it is thought
captured. So many others “missing,” never, never to be found! Oh, Lord, how
long! How long are we to be a prey to the most heartless of foes? Thousands are
slain, and yet we seem no nearer the end than when we began!!
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 119
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