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“ had I known thathe was in front ofme at Cold Harbor,I would have sentsome of my NorthCarolina boys up totake him out of thecold.” He repliedthrough the samesource: “I appreci-ate the sarcasm, butour time will be nextand the tables willhe turned.” Alas!it was a true proph-ecy. About 9 p. m.on the 27th, MajorH. B. Glitz wasbrought into myroom at the Mc-Gehee house, head-quarters for thenight, wounded inthe leg, and a pris-oner. He was veryyoung and boyish-looking when he en-tered West Point,and was a very greatfavorite with us ofmaturer years. Itflashed upon mymind how, in the Mexican war, as his regiment filed past, I had almost afatherly fear lest he should be struck; and now he was here, wounded byone of my own men! He was tenderly cared for by my medical director,Doctor Mott, and I was delighted to learn that he would not lose his leg.The next morning General John P. Reynolds was brought in as a prisoner.He had been my messmate in the old army for more than a year, andfor half that time my tent-mate. Not an unkind word had ever passedbetween us. General Reynolds seemed confused and mortified at his posi-
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tion. He sat down and covered his face with his hands, and atsaid: “ Hill, we ought not to be enemies.” I told him that there wasno bad feeling on my part, and that he ought not to fret at the fortunesof war, which were notoriously fickle. He was placed in my ambulance andsent over to Richmond , declining a loan of Confederate money. GeneralReynolds had gone to sleep in the woods between the battle-ground and