I ran up on the line of works, where our men were engaged.
Dead soldiers filled the entrenchments.

The firing was kept up until after midnight, and gradually died out.

We passed the night where we were.

But when the morrow's sun began to light up the eastern sky with its rosy hues, and we looked over the battlefield, O, my God! what did we see! It was a grand holocaust of death.

Death had held high carnival there that night.