The flashing and thundering in front of them showed to the youngest soldier in his command that a great battle was in progress, and that it was going against the North.

His division at last reached Pittsburg Landing and was carried across the river in the steamers.

One brigade led by Ammen outstripped the rest, and rushed in behind the great battery and to its support, just as the Southern bugles once more sounded the charge.
Dick shouted with joy, too, when he saw the new troops.

The next moment the enemy was upon them, charging directly through a frightful discharge from the great guns.

The riddled regiments, which had fought so long, gave way before the bayonets, but the fresh troops took their places and poured a terrible fire into the assaulting columns.