We were soon on the road, somewhat oppressed by the news, but not dismayed.
We marched through the thickening twilight of the woods amid a silence at first only broken by the plaintive song of the whip-poor- will, until the full moon rose in all its splendor.

As we proceeded we came upon crowds of Eleventh Corps fugitives still hastening to the rear.

They seemed to be wholly disheartened.

We halted for a time, in order that our position in line of battle might be selected, and then moved on.

As we approached the field a midnight battle commenced, and the shells seemed to burst in sparkles in the trees above our heads, but not near enough to reach us.