opened at once on the breastworks and rifle-pits along the steep wooded acclivity.
The brigades just mentioned formed a junction, and, sweeping everything before them, captured the rifle-pits, allowing but few men to escape up the mountain.
At the same time the troops scaled the rugged heights, cutting their way through felled trees, and driving the Confederates from the hollow to a plateau well up towards the crest and forcing them around towards the Chattanooga Valley.
At the same time Freeland's brigade was rolling them up on the flank.
The struggle on the mountain-sides, in a dense fog (or, rather, a cumulus cloud) that hid the combatants from view, was fierce.
It was, literally, a battle in the clouds.
At considerably past noon the plateau was cleared, and the Confederates were flying in confusion down the precipitous ravines and rugged slopes towards the Chattanooga Valley.
All the morning, while the battle was raging, so thick was the cloud on the mountain that only at i