one in the morning
I let my handkerchief get soaked , and sucked it . Then I wet it again -- the rain a torrent -- and gave it into the hand of him who was next me . He could not use his arm , nor could I turn to aid him , nor did he answer me . At times we waited on the way , so that it was one in the morning when we found ourselves in Chestnut street in front of the State-House . It was still dismally raining . We were told to get out , and with help I did so , a line of soldiers standing on each side ; but no one else near , and it was too dark to see if any whom I knew were to be seen . When they pulled out the man next to me , his head fell , and it was clear that he was dead .