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Hundreds fell, died, and were hidden
forever from human eyes.
Thinking to sweep away the rear-guard of Lee's retreating army,
Grant ordered a strong advance on the pike in the afternoon. At
first it was eminently successful, and if it had been followed up
vigorously and steadily, as it undoubtedly would have been if the
commander had known what was afterward revealed, it might have
resulted in severe disaster to the Confederates. The enemy was
pressed back rapidly; and the advancing Union forces were filled
with enthusiasm. Before this early success culminated, genuine
sorrow saddened every one in Captain Nichol's company. With his
face toward the enemy, impetuously leading his men, he suddenly
dropped his sword and fell senseless. Sam and Jim Wetherby heard a
shell shrieking toward them, and saw it explode directly over
their beloved leader. They rushed to his side; blood was pouring
over his face, and it also seemed to them that a fragment of the
shell had fatally wounded him in the forehead.
"Poor Cap, poor, brave Cap!" ejaculated Sam.


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