He was awakened by the call of a trumpet, and, as he rose, he saw the whole regiment or rather, what was left of it, rising with him.  It was not yet dawn, and a light rain was falling, but smoldering fires disclosed the ground for some distance, and also the river on which the gunboats and transports were now gathered in a fleet.

Colonel Winchester beckoned to him.

“All right this morning, Dick?” he said.

“Yes, sir; I’m ready for my duty.”

“And you, too, Warner and Pennington?”

“We are, sir,” they replied together.

“Then keep close beside me.  I don’t know when I may want you for a message.  Daybreak will be here in a half hour.  The entire Army of the Ohio, led by General Buell in person will be in position then or very shortly afterward, and a new, and, we hope, a very different battle will begin.”

Food and coffee were served to the men, and while the rain was still falling they formed in line and awaited the dawn.  The desire to retrieve their fortunes was as strong among the farmer lads as it was among the officers who took care to spread among them the statement that Buell’s army alone was as numerous as the Southern force, and probably more numerous since their enemy must have sustained terrible losses.  Thus they stood patiently, while the rain thinned and the sun at last showed a red edge through floating clouds.

They waited yet a little while longer, and then the boom of a heavy gun in the forest told them that the enemy was advancing to begin the battle afresh.  Again it was the Southern army that attacked, although it was no surprise now.  Yet Beauregard and his generals were still sanguine of completing the victory.  Their scouts and skirmishers had failed to discover that the entire army of Buell also was now in front of them.

Bragg was gathering his division on the left to hurl it like a thunderbolt upon Grant’s shattered brigades.  Hardee and the bishop-general were in the center, and Breckinridge led the right.  But as they moved forward to attack the Union troops came out to meet them.  Nelson had occupied the high ground between Lick and Owl Creeks, and his and the Southern troops met in a fierce clash shortly after dawn.

Beauregard, drawn by the firing at that point, and noticing the courage and tenacity with which the Northern troops held their ground, sending in volley after volley, divined at once that these were not the beaten troops of the day before, but new men.  This swarthy general, volatile and dramatic, nevertheless had great penetration.  He understood on the instant a fact that his soldiers did not comprehend until later.  He knew that the whole army of Buell was now before him.

For the moment it was Beauregard and Buell who were the protagonists, instead of Grant and Johnston as on the day before.  The Southern leader gathered all his forces and hurled them upon Nelson.  Weary though the Southern soldiers were, their attack was made with utmost fire and vigor.  A long and furious combat ensued.  A Southern division under Cheatham rushed to the help of their fellows.  Buell’s forces were driven in again and again, and only his heavy batteries enabled him to regain his lost ground.