It showed the position of every Southern brigade, regiment, and battery, and of every Northern division, too.

It showed every curve of the Tennessee, the winding lines of the three creeks, Owl, Lick, and Snake, and the hills and marshes.
The last detail of the plan was agreed upon finally, and they made it very simple, lest their brigades and regiments should lose touch and become confused in the great forest.

They were to attack continually by the right, press the Union army toward the right always, in order to rush in and separate it from Pittsburg Landing on the Tennessee, and from the fleet and its stores.

Then they meant to drive it into the marshes enclosed by the river and Snake Creek and destroy it.
The six generals rose, leaving the little fire to sputter out.

General Johnston was very grave, and so were all the others as they started toward their divisions, except Beauregard, who said in sanguine tones: "Gentlemen, we shall sleep tomorrow night in the enemy's camp." Word, in the mysterious ways of war, had slid through the camp that the generals were in council, and many soldiers, driven by overwhelming curiosity, had crept through the underbrush to watch the figures by the fire in the ravine.