The sun was setting upon the fiercest single day's fighting ever seen in America.

Nearly twenty-five thousand dead or wounded lay upon the field.
More than one fourth of the Southern army was killed or wounded, yet it was in Lee's mind to attack on the morrow.
After night had come the weary Southern generals--those left alive--reported to Lee as he sat on his horse in the road.

The shadows gathered on his face, as they told of their awful losses, and of the long list of high officers killed or wounded.

Jackson was among the last, and he was gloomy.

The man who had always insisted upon battle did not insist upon it now.