r forgot anything that he saw or heard then. Although the
battle, in effect, was over, the Northern artillery, roaring and
thundering triumphantly, was sending its shells across the valley and
upon Seminary Ridge. But he did not think anything of them, even when
they struck near him. It would be days before he could feel fear again.
He heard Lee say to an officer who rode up, and stated, between sobbing
breaths, that his whole brigade was destroyed:

"Never mind, General. All this has been my fault. It is I who have
lost this fight, and you must help me out of it in the best way you can."

To another he said:

"This has been a sad day for us, a sad day. But we can't expect always
to gain victories."

Beholding such greatness of soul, Harry regained his own composure.
He rejoined Dalton, and soon they saw the Southern army reform its lines,
and turn a bristling front to the enemy. The Northern cannon were still
flashing and thundering, but the Northern army made no return attack.
Gettysburg, in all respects the greatest battle ever fought on the
American continent, was over, and fifty thousand men had fallen.

The sun set, and Harry at last sank on the ground overpowered. The
next day the two armies stood on their hills looking at each other, but
neither cared to renew the battle after such frightful losses. That
afternoon a fearful storm of thunder, lightning and rain burst over the
field. It seemed to Harry an echo of the real battle of the day before.

That night Lee, having gathered up his wounded, his guns and his wagons,
began his retreat toward the South. His army had lost, but it was still
in perfect order, willing, even anxious to fight again. The wagons
containing the wounded and the stores stretched for many miles, moving
along in the rain, and the cavalry rode on their flanks to protect them.

It was not until the next morning that Harry discovered anything of the
Invincibles. In the dawn he saw a covered wagon by the side of which
rode an officer, much neater in appearance than the others. He knew at
once that it was St. Clair and he galloped forward with a joyous shout.

"Arthur! Arthur!" he cried.

St. Clair turned a pale face that lighted up at the sight of his friend.

"Thank God, you're alive, Harry!" he said, as their hands clasped.

"Are you alone left?" asked Harry.

"Look into the wagon," he said.

Harry lifted a portion of the flap, and, looking in, saw Colonel
Leonidas