Saturday, 28th.
Your father did not come last night, dear L. I got a note
from him early this morning. Thank God, he was unhurt! and remained to look up
our wounded Texans. So far our victory has been brilliant, but oh! at what
sacrifice of life! Poor Col. Marshall (1st Texas) is killed; so is Lieut. Col.
Warwick. His poor mother's heart will be broken, I fear. (He was an only
child.) The Major of the Regiment, too, is dangerously wounded. Genl. Hood is
not hurt or was not when your father wrote. God grant your father may be safe
now! He expected to be up all night collecting and caring for our wounded. We
have heard no cannon to-day and don't know whether the fighting has continued
or not. Cousin Lewis has just been here and says he hears 1,500 prisoners have
already arrived, and among them 2 generals. There are all sorts of reports,
one, that we have taken eighty officers above the rank of major. Your father
thought the battle would be over today. I am almost afraid to believe it.
Halsey has not been at all in the direction of the fight. He is guarding the
batteries on the extreme right, and the contest has all been on the left. He
has got his commission for 2nd Lieutenant — or rather, I have got it here for
him.
SOURCE: Louise Wigfall Wright, A Southern Girl in
’61, p. 82-3
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