Buell, a man of iron courage, saw that his soldiers must fight to the uttermost, not for victory only, but even to ward off defeat.

The dawn was now far advanced.

The rain had ceased, and the sun again shot down sheaves of fiery rays upon a vast low cloud of fire and smoke in which thousands of men met in desperate combat.
Nine o'clock came.

It had been expected by Grant that Buell long before that time would have swept everything before him.

But for three hours Buell had been fighting to keep himself from being swept away.