They were cheered at times by the expectation of victory, but the stubborn Grant brought up his remaining forces and continually pressed the battle.
The Winchester regiment crossed a ravine and knelt among the thickets.
Its losses had not yet been heavy, as most of the cannon fire was passing over their heads.

Grape and canister were whistling among the woods, and Dick was devoutly grateful that these deadly missiles were going so high.

Yet if they did not hurt they made one shiver, and it was not worth while to recall that when he heard the sound the shot had passed already.

One shivered anyhow.
As well as Dick could judge from the volume of sound the battle seemed to be concentrated directly upon the hill.

He knew that Grant expected to make a general attack in full force, and he surmised that one of the commanders under him was not pushing forward with the expected zeal.