had withdrawn a little to reform his lines. But for the lightning
the darkness was absolute. Never for a moment did it cease, and
ever when the thunder did not crack and roar were heard the moans of
the wounded among whom the men felt their way with their feet, and
upon whom they stumbled in the gloom. The dead were there, too--
there were dead a-plenty.

In the first faint gray of the morning, when the swarming advance
had paused to resume something of definition as a line of battle,
and skirmishers had been thrown forward, word was passed along to
call the roll. The first sergeant of Lieutenant Dudley's company
stepped to the front and began to name the men in alphabetical
order. He had no written roll, but a good memory. The men answered
to their names as he ran down the alphabet to G.

"Gorham."

"Here!"

"Grayrock."

"Here!"

The sergeant's good memory was affected by habit:

"Greene."

"Here!"

The response was clear, distinct, unmistakable!