He was a universal favorite of the company and regiment; was brave and generous, and ever anxious to take some other man's place when there was any skirmishing or fighting to be done.

We did not wish to leave the poor fellow in that condition, and A.S.Horsley, John T.Tucker, Tennessee Thompson and myself got a litter and carried him on our shoulders through that livelong night back to Chickamauga Station.
The next morning Dr.J.E.Dixon, of Deshler's brigade, passed by and told us that it would be useless for us to carry him any further, and that it was utterly impossible for him ever to recover.

The Yankees were then advancing and firing upon us.

What could we do?
We could not carry him any further, and we could not bury him, for he was still alive.
To leave him where he was we thought best.

We took hold of his hand, bent over him and pressed our lips to his--all four of us.