They have gone. Gen. Meade follows them early. At the hospital we are early at work. Cotton and Brenerman assist me at the operating table. We have only the shelter tents, many picked up.
Men too lie on the ground and the rain soaks all nearly without exception.
At night, having no tent, I sleep on the lid of the operating table. Soon it rains. I crawl into the ambulance. Rains in a perfect torrent, hard all night. Wynn today picks up a wounded horse.