At Pea Ridge, an officer told me, there seemed to be about thirty hours between sunrise and sunset.
Another thought it was four P.M.when the sun was at the meridian.
It was only at Wilson Creek that I experienced this sensation.

On subsequent battle-fields I had no reason to complain of my estimate of time.
The first shell from the enemy's guns passed high over my head.

I well remember the screech of that missile as it cut through the air and lost itself in the distance.

"Too high, Captain Bledsoe," exclaimed our artillery officer, as he planted a shell among the Rebel gunners.
In firing a half-dozen rounds the Rebels obtained our range, and then used their guns with some effect.

The noise of each of those shells I can distinctly recall, though I have since listened to hundreds of similar sounds, of which I have no vivid recollection.