There was little expectation that the Rebels would seek to engage us.

The only possible prospect of their assuming the offensive was in the event of a junction between Price and McCulloch, rendering them numerically superior to ourselves.
During our occupation of Springfield I paid a visit to the Wilson Creek battle-ground.

It was eleven weeks from the day I had left it.
Approaching the field, I was impressed by its stillness, so different from the tumult on the 10th of the previous August.

It was difficult to realize that the spot, now so quiet, had been the scene of a sanguinary contest.

The rippling of the creek, and the occasional chirp of a bird, were the only noises that came to our ears.