With dawn we were under arms, feeling our way forward, and, an hour later, the two armies were face to face.

Nearly evenly mated, fighting across a rough country, neither side could claim victory at the end of the day.

While we on the right forced our line forward for nearly five miles, leaving behind us a carpet of dead, the left and centre met with such desperate resistance as to barely retain their earlier position.

It required an hour of night fighting to close up the gap, and we slept on our arms, expecting an early morning assault.

Instead of attempting this the enemy fell back to their second line of intrenchments, and, after waiting a day to determine their movements and strengthen our own line, we again advanced, feeling our way slowly in, but finally meeting with a resistance which compelled a halt.
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