Sloan could not see them, either.
Johnson pulled down, and another unearthly squall rended the night air.
The streaks of day had begun to glimmer over Missionary Ridge, and I could see in the dim twilight the Yankee guard not fifty yards off.
Said I, "Boys, let's fire into them and run." We took deliberate aim and fired.

At that they raised, I thought, a mighty sickly sort of yell and charged the house.

We ran out, but waited on the outside.

We took a second position where the railroads cross each other, but they began shelling us from the river, when we got on the opposite side of the railroad and they ceased.
I know nothing about the battle; how Grant, with one wing, went up the river, and Hooker's corps went down Wills valley, etc.

I heard fighting and commanding and musketry all day long, but I was still on picket.
Balls were passing over our heads, both coming and going.