... At last, at five o'clock, it came. They plunged into the frosty water of the river, emerged on the other side, marched in double quick, and were soon sounding a reveille to the sleeping troops of Sheridan . The minie balls whizzed and sang through the tents. In the gray mists of the dawn the legions of the South looked like phantom warriors, as they poured through the unmanned gaps. The Northerne...