Where he led the enemy could not win anything without having to fight hard for it.
The early summer dawn had deepened, bright and hot, and the sun was now clear of the trees, turning the green of the forests to gold.

Coffee and warm food were served to them during a momentary stop among the trees, and then the Winchester regiment moved forward again toward Champion Hill.
Rifle shots were now heard ahead of them.

They were scattered, but the lads knew that the hostile skirmishers had come in contact.

Presently the reports increased and through the woods they saw puffs of smoke.
Trumpets to right and left were calling up the brigades.
"Open up for the guns!" cried an aide, and a battery lumbered through, the men swearing at their panting horses.

But the Southern cannon were already at work.