All thoughts of sleep were put to flight: we would have a season of rejoicing.

Little knots gathered together, debated the news, and indulged in the most sanguine hopes as to the effect upon the Rebels.
In some parts of the Stockade stump speeches were made.

I believe that Boston Corbett and his party organized a prayer and praise meeting.
In our corner we stirred up our tuneful friend "Nosey," who sang again the grand old patriotic hymns that set our thin blood to bounding, and made us remember that we were still Union soldiers, with higher hopes than that of starving and dying in Andersonville.

He sang the ever-glorious Star Spangled Banner, as he used to sing it around the camp fire in happier days, when we were in the field.

He sang the rousing "Rally Round the Flag," with its wealth of patriotic fire and martial vigor, and we, with throats hoarse from shouting; joined in the chorus until the welkin rang again.
The Rebels became excited, lest our exaltation of spirits would lead to an assault upon the Stockade.