ce, too, in the neighborhood of Sherman, with the shreds, or odds and ends of his own and other divisions that had rallied around him. One of Mc-Cook's Brigades (Rousseau's) also reached the scene about sunrise, and the other two were near at hand.
Thus were marshaled there, or near at hand, ready to take the offensive against efore in the full tide of their brilliant success.
And as Nelson was borne back, so was Crittenden by the same refluent wave.
One of McCook's Brigades, under Rousseau, leavened by three battalions of regulars, had been on the field as early as daylight, on the right of Crittenden, neighboring Sherman and Lew Wallace.
His otheby McCook, Sherman attempted to resume the advance.
Now the fight waxed obstinate, and the firing, says Sherman, was the severest musketry he had ever heard.
Rousseau's Federal Brigade here was pitted against Trabue's Kentuckians.
Both fought with uncommon determination to win, but the Federals were repulsed, and Wallace was