Shrapnel, grape and canister whistled incessantly over their heads, and on either flank the thunder of the battle swelled rapidly.
The Southern attack was spreading along the whole front, and it was made with unexampled vigor.

It even excelled the fiery rush at Stone River, and the generals on both sides were largely the same that had fought the earlier great battle.

Polk, the bishop-general, still led one wing for the South, Buckner massed Kentuckians who faced Kentuckians on the other side, and Longstreet and Hill were to play their great part for the South.

Resolved to win a victory, the veteran generals spared nothing, and the little Chickamauga, so singularly named by the Indians "the river of death," was running red.
Dick crouched lower as the storm of shells swept over him.

Despite all his experience impulse made him bow his head while the whistling death passed by.