Rosecrans' army was very near us, and we expected before three days elapsed to be engaged in battle.
In fact, we knew there must be a fight or a foot race, one or the other.
We could smell, as it were, "the battle afar off." One Sabbath morning it was announced that an eloquent and able LL.

D., from Nashville, was going to preach, and as the occasion was an exceedingly solemn one, we were anxious to hear this divine preach from God's Holy Word; and as he was one of the "big ones," the whole army was formed in close column and stacked their arms.

The cannon were parked, all pointing back toward Chattanooga.

The scene looked weird and picturesque.

It was in a dark wilderness of woods and vines and overhanging limbs.