I saw these very four guns surrendered at Missionary Ridge.

But of this another time.
The battle of Perryville presented a strange scene.

The dead, dying, and wounded of both armies, Confederate and Federal, were blended in inextricable confusion.

Now and then a cluster of dead Yankees and close by a cluster of dead Rebels.

It was like the Englishman's grog--'alf and 'alf.