ver up his mortifying defeat.
The Rebel newspapers believed Beauregard's report. One began its account
thus:--
"Glory! glory! glory! victory! victory! I write from Yankee
papers. Of all the victories that have ever been on record,
ours is the most complete. Bull Run was nothing in comparison
to our victory at Shiloh. General Buell is killed, General
Grant wounded and taken prisoner. Soon we will prove too much
for them, and they will be compelled to let us alone. Our
brave boys have driven them to the river, and compelled them
to flee to their gunboats. The day is ours."[22]
[Footnote 22: Captain Geer.]
The people of the South believed all this; but when the truth was known
their hopes went down lower than ever, for they saw it was a disastrous
defeat.
On the Sabbath after the battle, the chaplains of the regiments had
religious exercises. How different the scene! Instead of the cannonade,
there were prayers to God. Instead of the musketry, there were songs of
praise. There were tears shed for those who had fallen, but there were
devout thanksgivings that they had given their lives so freely for their
country and for the victory they had achieved by their sacrifice.
One of the chaplains, in conducting the service, read a hymn,
commencing:
"Look down, O Lord, O Lord forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live."
But he was suddenly interrupted by a patriotic soldier, who cried, "No
sir, not unless they lay down their arms, every one of them."
He thought the chaplain had reference to the Rebels who had been
defeated.
After the battle, a great many men and women visited the ground,
searching for the bodies of friends who had fallen. Lieutenant Pfieff,
an officer of an Illinois regiment, was killed, and his wife came to
obtain his body. No one knew where he was buried. The poor woman
wandered through the forest, examining all the graves. Suddenly a dog,
poor and emaciated, bounded towards her, his eyes sparkling with
pleasure, and barking his joy to see his mistress. When her husband went
to the army, the dog followed him, and was with him through the battle,
watched over his dead body through the terrible contest, and after he
was buried, remained day and night a mourner! He led his mistress to the
spot. The body was disinterred. The two sorrowful ones, the devoted wife
and the faithful brute, watched beside the precious dust till it was
laid in its final resting-pla
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