How soldiers were made : or, the war as I saw it under Buell, Rosecrans, Thomas, Grant and Sherman . URING our stay at Bald Knob, artil-lery duels were of frequent enemy had several batteries inposition which had the range of ourworks, and at times opened them allupon us. On the summit of the moun-tain they had heavy siege guns, likethose they used on Lookout was gratifying as well as surprisingto find so little damage following oneof these terrific bombardments. Solidshot and shell from different directions wouldstrike our works or fall within our lines, tearingup t
How soldiers were made : or, the war as I saw it under Buell, Rosecrans, Thomas, Grant and Sherman . URING our stay at Bald Knob, artil-lery duels were of frequent enemy had several batteries inposition which had the range of ourworks, and at times opened them allupon us. On the summit of the moun-tain they had heavy siege guns, likethose they used on Lookout was gratifying as well as surprisingto find so little damage following oneof these terrific bombardments. Solidshot and shell from different directions wouldstrike our works or fall within our lines, tearingup the earth and scattering dangerous missilesin all directions, or they would rush screamingover our heads in a manner that would haveappalled the bravest heart a few months the men had now become familiar with suchdemonstrations, and were no longer disconcerted. THE BEGINNING OF THE END. 285 by them. After their uproar subsided, somewaggish soldier would crawl out from his cover,and with extravagant gesticulation and bombastcry out in imitation of an official bulletin, Onekilled and two wounded, or in other ways ridi-cule the effort. The ground in the rear of our lines slopedback from the curved crest of the hill to thewoods below, forming a cup-shaped space, overwhich the men had to pass in going to and frofrom their quarters in the trenches to the rear forwater or provisions. Into this cup or pot, as themen named it, great quantities of shells exploded,rendering the passage over it very dangerouswhile the cannonading was going on. The men,therefore, had either to run the gauntlet or waitfor a lull in the storm. A soldier assigned as areason for calling it a pot, The rebels threwtheir pot-metal there. Another suggested thatit would be a good place for a junk shop, therewas so much old iron lying about. One day a surgeon who had been detailed
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