The dead are heroes, the living are but men compelled to do the drudgery and suffer the privations incident to the thing called "glorious war." A NIGHT AMONG THE DEAD We rested on our arms where the battle ceased.

All around us everywhere were the dead and wounded, lying scattered over the ground, and in many places piled in heaps.

Many a sad and heart-rending scene did I witness upon this battlefield of Chickamauga.

Our men died the death of heroes.
I sometimes think that surely our brave men have not died in vain.
It is true, our cause is lost, but a people who loved those brave and noble heroes should ever cherish their memory as men who died for them.
I shed a tear over their memory.

They gave their all to their country.
Abler pens than mine must write their epitaphs, and tell of their glories and heroism.