As an addendum to the photograph showing the spot where the poetic and popular Lytle fell, thought the below description given of the circumstances of his fatal wounding is worth noting.
…'Hindman knew his danger, and he knew the remedy. In his flanks was a company of skirmishers armed with the Whitworth rifles, and, fortunately, not ten rods away a lieutenant of this company was operating with a dozen marksmen. Hindman called him up, ordered him to fire upon the Federal commander, and kill him if possible, well knowing the effect of his death upon the men. Coolly, as if on dress parade, the young officer stepped out with his men to the front and took deliberate aim under a galling fire. Twelve rifles cracked simultaneously. Rider and steed went down together, and the black mane of the horse waved over Lytle. Three bullets struck him, seven his horse, a wonderful fire and remarkable for terrible accuracy. This daring and gallant officer was Maj. Gen. William H. Lytle, the author of that immortal poem, "I Am Dying, Egypt, Dying."' His fall had the desired effect. His division, no longer inspired by the heroic example of its leader, halted and retreated in disorder, the gap in the Confederate lines was closed, and Hindman pressed on furiously during the entire day. Kind and generous to the body of his fallen enemy, he placed a guard over it, removed Lytle's saber and pistols, and afterwards sent them, together with the body, under a flag of truce to his sisters at Cincinnati.',,,
(Source- 'CV': Vol. 26, @ pp. 248-49)