ending, not as it began, but “more nearly to the heart’s desire.”  Slowly the mobile blur moved away from the town, and presently the gray half of it dissolved into its elemental units, all in slow recession.  The retaken guns in the embrasures pushed up towering clouds of white smoke; to east and to west along the reoccupied parapet ran a line of misty red till the spitfire crest was without a break from flank to flank.  Probably there was some Yankee cheering, as doubtless there had been the “rebel yell,” but my memory recalls neither.  There are many battles in a war, and many incidents in a battle:  one does not recollect everything.  Possibly I have not a retentive ear.

While this lively work had been doing in the center, there had been no lack of diligence elsewhere, and now all were as busy as bees.  I have read of many “successive attacks”—­“charge after charge”—­but I think the only assaults after the first were those of the second Confederate lines and possibly some of the reserves; certainly there were no visible abatement and renewal of effort anywhere except where the men who had been pushed out of the works backward tried to reenter.  And all the time there was fighting.

After resetting their line the victors could not clear their front, for the baffled assailants would not desist.  All over the open country in their rear, clear back to the base of the hills, drifted the wreck of battle, the wounded that were able to walk; and through the receding throng pushed forward, here and there, horsemen with orders and footmen whom we knew to be bearing ammunition.  There were no wagons, no caissons:  the enemy was not using, and could not use, his artillery.  Along the line of fire we could see, dimly in the smoke, mounted officers, singly and in small groups, attempting to force their horses across the slight parapet, but all went down.  Of this devoted band was the gallant General Adams, whose body was found upon the slope, and whose animal’s forefeet were actually inside the crest.  General Cleburne lay a few paces farther out, and five or six other general officers sprawled elsewhere.  It was a great day for Confederates in the line of promotion.

For many minutes at a time broad spaces of battle were veiled in smoke.  Of what might be occurring there conjecture gave a terrifying report.  In a visible peril observation is a kind of defense; against the unseen we lift a trembling hand.  Always from these regions of obscurity we expected the worst, but always the lifted cloud revealed an unaltered situation.

The assailants began to give way.  There was no general retreat; at many points the fight continued, with lessening ferocity and lengthening range, well into the night.  It became an affair of twinkling musketry and broad flares of artillery; then it sank to silence in the dark.

Under orders to continue his retreat, Schofield could now do so unmolested:  Hood had suffered so terrible a loss in life and morale that he was in no condition for effective pursuit.  As at Spring Hill, daybreak found us on the road with all our impedimenta except some of our wounded, and that night we encamped under the protecting guns of Thomas, at Nashville.  Our gallant enemy audaciously followed, and fortified himself within rifle-reach, where he remained for two weeks without firing a gun and was then destroyed.