Hood reported that his Texans, who had fought so valiantly for the Dunkard church, were almost destroyed.
The scene in the darkness with the awful battlefield around them was one which not even the greatest of painters could have reproduced.

When the last general had told his tale of slaughter and destruction, they sat for a while in silence.

They realized the smallness of their army, and the immense extent of their losses.

The light wind that had sprung up swept over the dead faces of thousands of the bravest men in the Southern army.

They had held their ground, but on the morrow McClellan could bring into line three to one and an artillery far superior alike in quality, weight and numbers to theirs.
The strange, intense silence lasted.