FOLLOWING DAY —

Fruition —

The Camp is full of them — the Dying. We are driven out by the King’s Army — they took our Fortification — though the Word is, there are heavy Losses upon their Side. But we stood firm — my God, Shun, I shall weep — we stood firm.

But now — the Companies falling to their Knees with Thirst & the Wheelbarrows filled with red, screaming Boys & the Stretchers dumped on the Grass & Flowers of a Garden — & Men hobbling between their Friends — I have never seen the Like.

& by the Surgeon’s Tent, where the Shrieking is continual — we all saw a Basket with Twelve Feet in it — the Soles still covered in Mud, where Minutes before they carried the Weight of Men.

& I am still,

Wholly,

Your Ev.