The ROCKINGHAM REGISTER (Virginia) reported the following tale of woe. (date unknown)

the case to which we refer is that of Henry Wagoner, a member of Co. F, North Carolina Volunteers, who died in an ambulance near Harrisonburg on Sunday night or Monday morning last. This poor fellow, we have learned, died from the neglect, or something worse, of the man or men, in whose care he was placed. He is thought to have perished from the cold whilst the man who drove the ambulance was too much under the influance of strong drink to hear or heed his cries for relief--- Sabbath night our readers in this part of the valley will remember was exceedingly inclement, a cold rain falling and keen autumnal winds blowing, so that anyone exposed would necessrily suffer. Wheather this poor soldier had been wounded, or wheather he was suffering from disease, we have not learned; but at all events, he was unable to help himself, and his feeble cries for relief grew fainter and fainteras they fell upon the dull, cold ear of the wailing night storm, until the merciful angel Death, came, and his poor shivering body ceased to suffer! His dead body was found in our court house on Monday morning, stark and cold, with eyes wide open, as though he was looking for the cruel who permitted him to perish. He was decently buried on Monday afternoon, in Woodbine Cementery.