Colonel Winchester and his little group paused at the edge of the creek,
and then dived promptly into a thicket. They saw further up the plateau
many fires and the figures of men walking before them and they saw nearer
by sentinels marching back and forth. They were even able to make out
cannon in batteries, and they knew that it was not worth while to go any
further. The Confederate army was there, and they would merely walk
directly into its arms.
They returned with even greater caution than they had come, but the next
day the whole division crossed the creek at another point, and as it
cautiously felt its way forward it encountered another formidable body
of Southern pickets hidden in the woods. There was sharp firing for a
quarter of an hour, and many of the Ohio men fell, but the pickets were
finally swept back, and at sunset the half circle that Rosecrans had
intended to form for the attack upon the Southern army was complete.
All the movements and delays brought them up to the night before the last
day in the year. The Winchester regiment with the Ohio division lay in
a region of little hills and rocks, covered with forest, with which its
officers and men were not familiar.
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