It seemed that the utmost of human effort and defiance of death could not force the narrow passage.
But a new man, a host in himself, came upon the field.

Grant, who had been on foot for two days, endeavoring to get his army through the thickets and morasses, heard the booming of the cannon and he knew that the vanguards had clashed.

He borrowed a cavalry horse and, galloping toward the sound of the guns, reached the field at mid-morning.

Grant was not impressive in either figure or manner, but the soldiers had learned to believe in him as they always believe in one who leads them to victory.
A tremendous shout greeted his coming and the men, snatching off their hats and caps, waved them aloft.

Grant took no notice but rapidly disposed his troops for a new and heavier battle.