Brave old Seymour! I can see him now, mounting the hill at Winchester,
on foot, with sword and cap in hand, his thin gray locks streaming,
turning to his sturdy Irishmen with "Steady, men! dress to the right!"
Georgia has been fertile of worthies, but will produce none more
deserving than Colonel Seymour.

The following morning, while looking to the burial of the dead and care
of the wounded, I had an opportunity of examining the field of battle.
The campaign around Richmond is too well known to justify me in entering
into details, and I shall confine myself to events within my own
experience, only enlarging on such general features as are necessary to
explain criticism.

The Chickahominy, a sluggish stream and subject to floods, flows through
a low, marshy bottom, draining the country between the Pamunky or York
and James Rivers, into which last it discharges many miles below
Richmond. The upper portion of its course from the crossing of the
Central Railroad, six miles north of Richmond, to Long Bridge, some
three times that distance to the southeast, is parallel with both the
above-mentioned rivers. The bridges with which we were concerned at and
after Cold Harbor were the Federal military bridges, Grapevine, York
River Railroad, Bottom's, and Long, the lowermost; after which the
stream, affected by tide, spread over a marshy country. The upper or
Grapevine Bridge was on the road leading due south from Cold Harbor,
and, passing Savage's Station on York River Railroad, united with the
Williamsburg road, which ran east from Richmond to Bottom's Bridge. A
branch from this Williamsburg road continued on the south bank of the
Chickahominy to Long Bridge, where it joined the Charles City,
Darbytown, and Newmarket roads coming south-southeast from Richmond.
Many other roads, with no names or confusing ones, crossed this region,
which was densely wooded and intersected by sluggish streams, draining
the marshes into both the Chickahominy and James. We came upon two of
these country roads leading in quite different directions, but bearing
the same name, Grapevine; and it will astound advocates of phonics to
learn that the name of _Darby_ (whence Darbytown) was thus pronounced,
while it was spelt and written _Enroughty_. A German philologist might
have discovered, unaided, the connection between the sound and the
letters; but it would hardly have occurred to mortals of less erudition.

At the beginning of operations in this