The new force, six thousand strong, was stationed in a wood, the guns that had escaped were turned upon the enemy, Porter and Slocum rallied their yet numerous force, and when the dark came down the battle ceased with the Northern army in the east defeated again, but not destroyed.
As Harry rode over the scene of battle that night he shuddered.

The fields, the forests and the swamps were filled with the dead and the wounded.

Save Shiloh, no other such sanguinary battle had yet been fought on American soil.

Nearly ten thousand of the Southern youths had fallen, killed or wounded.

The North, standing on the defensive, had not lost so many, but the ghastly roll ran into many thousands.
That night, as had happened often in the valley, the hostile sentinels were within hearing of each other, but they fired no shots.