It was a chilly, cold night and we suffered much from cold bed. But
little rest during the night, and at 3 A. M. we were called up to feed,
which was more of a relief than otherwise. But no man grumbled or
complained as we thought of our wounded who lay on the field all night
with no covering, and weak from the loss of blood. Their groans could be
heard by our men all night, and the friends in rebellion would not
permit them to carry relief to them or bring them in. The enemy occupied
the contested ground. One, who had a brother lying on the field, started
with the determination of relieving him or die in the attempt. True to
his determination he was shot dead by the inhuman wretches who would not
listen to his plea. Their punishment will be great.

[Sidenote: 1863 Flight of Bragg]

A dense fog settled as the morning approached, so that it was impossible
to discern objects two rods distant. Troops commenced pouring down the
hill early. The 1st Section joined us. At first we thought it was
maneuvering for the day's battle, but the truth was soon known. The
wounded pelican of the South had flown during the night, and all their
boasts and threats of the re-occupation of East Tennessee has ended in a
retreat. We were to go on the chase. The 11th Corps swung around on
their rear and flanked their line of retreat, while the 15th Corps
reached back to the Tennessee River, and crossed Chickamauga Creek on
the pontoon. Halted on the bank two hours to give the advance time to
cross. Grazed our horses. 10 A. M. we crossed the bridge in rear of the
1st Brigade. The infantry moved more still and quiet than usual. Thus
they come but miss their comrades that fell in yesterday's engagement.
Our Division lost * * * killed and wounded. A marked change is to be
seen in its ranks. Marched lively the rest of the day through the
Chickamauga Valley. The troops were entirely out of rations, the
infantry many of them having had nothing to eat but parched corn on
which they fought for two days and intrenched by night with pick and
spade. Halted at 5. P. M. an hour for supper. Shelled corn was got in
plenty for horses from Secesh camp, but the boys many of them supped on
corn and coffee. Artillery firing could be heard in the distance which
told us that we were upon their rear.

Moved on till 9 P. M. through Chickamauga Station, where large piles of
corn were in a blaze. Twelve thousand bushels of corn are said to be
burned here, and a large