Nearly all our captains and colonels were gone.

Companies mingled with companies, regiments with regiments, and brigades with brigades.

A few raw-boned horses stood shivering under the ice-covered trees, nibbling the short, scanty grass.

Being in range of the Federal guns from Fort Negley, we were not allowed to have fires at night, and our thin and ragged blankets were but poor protection against the cold, raw blasts of December weather--the coldest ever known.
The cold stars seem to twinkle with unusual brilliancy, and the pale moon seems to be but one vast heap of frozen snow, which glimmers in the cold gray sky, and the air gets colder by its coming; our breath, forming in little rays, seems to make a thousand little coruscations that scintillate in the cold frosty air.

I can tell you nothing of what was going on among the generals.