Doctor Palmer, of New Orleans, was on a certain Sunday well into the long prayer of the Presbyterian service.

Bragg's army was still in middle Tennessee.

There was no thought of an attack.

Bang! Bang! Then the bursting of a shell too close for comfort.

Bang! Bang! Then the rattle of shell fragments on the roof.
On the other side of the river the Yankees were upon us.
The man of God gave no sign that anything unusual was happening.