There were other deaths that day, as of Smiths and Clancys, Otises, Boyds, Virginia and Pennsylvania, New York, Carolina, Wisconsin, the gathered West, The tattered Southern marchers dead on the wheat-shocks. Among these deaths a few famous. Reynolds is dead, The model soldier, gallant and courteous, Shot from his saddle in the first of the fight. He was Doubleday’s friend, but Doubleday has no time To grieve him, the Union right being driven in And Heth’s Confederates pressing on toward the town. He holds the onrush back till Howard comes up And takes command for a while. The fighting is grim. Meade has heard the news. He sends Hancock up to the field. Hancock takes command in mid-combat. The grey comes on. Five color-bearers are killed at one Union color, The last man, dying, still holds up the sagging flag. The pale-faced women creeping out of their houses, Plead with retreating bluecoats, “Don’t leave us boys, Stay with us⁠—hold the town.” Their faces are thin,