So Hugh Raymond became an orderly to General Nelson, and learned to love him as much as he once hated him.
Now occurred one of those strange psychological impressions which science has never yet explained. A feeling came to Fred that he must ride over the battlefield. It was as if some unseen hand was pulling him, some power exerted that he could not resist. He mounted his horse and rode away, the course he took leading him to the place where Trabue's Kentucky brigade made its last desperate stand.
Suddenly the prostrate figure of a Confederate officer, apparently dead, attracted Fred's attention. As he looked a great fear clutched at his heart, causing it to stand still. Springing from his horse, he bent over the death-like form; then with a cry of anguish sank on his knees beside it. He had looked into the face of his father.
Springing from his Horse, he bent over the death-like form.
"Oh! he is dead, he is dead!" he moaned.
Bending down, he placed his ear over his father's heart; a faint fluttering could be heard.
"It beats! he lives! he lives!" he cried, joyously.