General Cleburne's mare had her fore feet on top of the works, dead in that position.

General Cleburne's body was pierced with forty-nine bullets, through and through.

General Strahl's horse lay by the roadside and the general by his side, both dead, and all his staff.
General Gist, a noble and brave cavalier from South Carolina, was lying with his sword reaching across the breastworks still grasped in his hand.
He was lying there dead.

All dead! They sleep in the graveyard yonder at Ashwood, almost in sight of my home, where I am writing today.
They sleep the sleep of the brave.

We love and cherish their memory.
They sleep beneath the ivy-mantled walls of St.John's church, where they expressed a wish to be buried.