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hospitals in the rear was so horrible, from the lack 

 of attendants as well as of medicines, that we kept 

 all the men we possibly could at the front. Some 

 of them had now begun to come down with fever. 

 They were all very patient, but it was pitiful to see 

 the sick and wounded soldiers lying on their blank- 

 ets, if they had any, and if not then simply in the 

 mud, with nothing to eat but hardtack and pork, 

 which of course they could not touch when their 

 fever got high, and with no chance to get more than 

 the rudest attention. Among the very sick here 

 was gallant Captain Llewellen. I feared he was 

 going to die. We finally had to send him to one of 

 the big hospitals in the rear. Doctors Brewer and 

 Fuller of the Tenth had been unwearying in attend- 

 ing to the wounded, including many of those of my 

 regiment. 



At twelve o'clock we were notified to stop firing 

 and a flag of truce was sent in to demand the sur- 

 render of the city. The negotiations gave us a 

 breathing spell. 



That afternoon I arranged to get our baggage 

 up, sending back strong details of men to carry up 

 their own goods, and, as usual, impressing into the 

 service a kind of improvised pack-train consisting of 

 the officers' horses, of two or three captured Spanish 

 cavalry horses, two or three mules which had been 

 shot and abandoned and which our men had taken 



