About five hundred of them were white, and belonged to the Seventh Connecticut, the Seventh New Hampshire, Forty Seventh, Forty-Eighth and One Hundred and Fifteenth New York, and Sherman's regular battery.

The rest were colored, and belonged to the Eighth United States, and Fifty-Fourth Massachusetts.

The story they told of the battle was one which had many shameful reiterations during the war.

It was the story told whenever Banks, Sturgis, Butler, or one of a host of similar smaller failures were trusted with commands.
It was a senseless waste of the lives of private soldiers, and the property of the United States by pretentious blunderers, who, in some inscrutable manner, had attained to responsible commands.

In this instance, a bungling Brigadier named Seymore had marched his forces across the State of Florida, to do he hardly knew what, and in the neighborhood of an enemy of whose numbers, disposition, location, and intentions he was profoundly ignorant.