A sunken lane that ran between the hostile lines was filled to the brim with dead.

Boys, yet in their teens, with nerves completely shattered for the time, chattered hysterically of what they had seen.

The Antietam was still running red.
Both Lee and Stonewall Jackson had been killed and the whole Confederate army would be taken in the morning.

Some said, on the other hand, that the Southerners still had a hundred thousand men, and that McClellan would certainly be beaten the next day, if he did not retreat in time.
None of the talk, either of victory or defeat, made any impression upon Dick.

His senses were too much dulled by all through which he had gone.
Words no longer meant anything.