The east was already darkening, and a rosy glow from the west fell across the torn forest.

Here and there a dead tree, set on fire by the shells, burned slowly, little flames creeping along trunk and boughs.
Bragg was preparing to hurl his entire force upon Sherman and the battery.

At that moment Beauregard, now his chief, arrived.

But a few minutes of daylight were left and the swarthy Louisianian looked at the great losses in his own ranks.

He believed that the army of Buell was so far away that it could not arrive that night and he withheld the charge.
The Southern army withdrew a little into the woods, the night rushed down, and Shiloh's terrible first day was over..