ten o'clock
It was already sunset , and our work done . The artillery still already , and I could see long lines of troops -- Poor 's and the Carolina brigade -- moving to the right . Night came on , however , without more fighting , and , as soon as we had recovered sufficiently , we devoted ourselves to the care of the wounded . It must have been ten o'clock , and , if I had slept at all , I was scarcely conscious of it . All about me the men lay outstretched upon the ground , still in their shirt-sleeves , as they had fought , their guns beside them . The night was clear and hot , scarcely a breath of air moving . Here and there against the sky-line passed the dark silhouette of a sentinel .