one of dense mists and rains, and much of General Hooker's battle was fought above the clouds, which concealed him from our view, but from which his musketry was heard.--General Meigs to Secretary Stanton. By the banks of Chattanooga watching with a soldier's heed, In the chilly autumn morning, gallant Grant was on his steed: For the foe had climbed above him with the banners of their band, And the cannon swept the river from the hills of Cumberland. Like a trumpet rang his orders: “Howard, Thomas, to the bridge! One brigade aboard the Dunbar!
Storm the heights of Mission Ridge, On the left the ledges, Sherman, charge and hurl the rebels down! Hooker, take the steeps of Lookout and the slopes before the town!” Fearless, from the northern summits, looked the traitors, where they lay, On the gleaming Union army, marshalled as for muster-day, Till the sudden shout of battle thundered upward its alarms, And they dropped their idle glasses in a hurried rush to arms. Then together up the