It was but a battle of cannonade all day long.

It seemed as though the Confederate and Federal cannons were talking to each other.

Sometimes a ball passing over would seem to be mad, then again some would seem to be laughing, some would be mild, some sad, some gay, some sorrowful, some rollicking and jolly; and then again some would scream like the ghosts of the dead.

In fact, they gave forth every kind of sound that you could imagine.

It reminded one of when two storms meet in mid-ocean--the mountain billows of waters coming from two directions, lash against the vessel's side, while the elements are filled with roaring, thundering and lightning.