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o'clock, and, after a deliberation of two hours, it was resolved to strike their enemy a blow before the dawn.
Pointing toward the
Union camp, at the close of the council,
Beauregard said: “Gentlemen, we sleep in the enemy's camp to-morrow night.”
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The greatest precautions were now taken by the
Confederates to prevent any knowledge of their presence reaching the Nationals.
No one was permitted to leave the camp, and no fires were allowed, excepting in holes in the ground.
It was a chilly and cheerless night, and many of the soldiers lay down in the gloom supperless.
At three o'clock in the morning
the whole army was in marching order, in three lines of battle, the first and second extending from
Owl Creek on the left to
Lick Creek on the right, a distance of about three miles, supported by the third and a reserve.
The first line was commanded by
General Hardee, and was composed of his own corps and
Gladden's brigade of
Bragg's corps, with artillery following by the main road to
Pittsburg Landing.
The cavalry was in the rear and on the wings.
Bragg's corps, composing the second line, followed in the same order, at the distance of five hundred yards. At the distance of about eight hundred yards behind
Bragg was
Polk's corps; in lines of brigades, deployed with their batteries in rear of each brigade, also moving on the
Pittsburg Landing road, supported by cavalry on the left wing.
The reserves, commanded by
Breckinridge, closely followed
Polk's (third) line, its right wing supported by cavalry.
In this order the Confederate army was slowly advancing to battle early on Sunday morning, the 6th of April,
2 over the rolling wooded country, while the Nationals were reposing
in fancied security.
It was one of the most delightful of those spring mornings, which so often give exquisite pleasure to the dwellers in that region; and he who in the gray dawn of that eventful day should have stood at the house of the
widow Rey, on a branch of the
Owl Creek, within the sound of voices of
Sherman's camp near the
Shiloh Meeting-house, would not have believed a prophecy that within an hour that Sabbath stillness would be broken by the tumult of battle, and those quiet woods just robed in the most delicate green, and enlivened by the songs of birds, would within sixty minutes be filled with sulphureous smoke, and all the hideous sounds