At eight o'clock, a regiment formed in line of battle and took position on the brow

of a hill about two miles north of Gordon's Mills and near the Chattanooga Road.

By this time, the engagement had become general and the troops rushing forward rapidly.

Having anxious to have one more opportunity of speaking a word of encouragement to the soldiers

who were about to enter into the very jaws of death, and many of whom perhaps would never

hear words of prayer upon earth again, I rode up to Colonel Lane and asked just five minutes

time to pray with them before going into action.

Certainly was his instant reply.

Another pen must describe the scene as witnessed by others on the morning of that eventful

day.

Says a correspondent,

Before the skirmishers were deployed, a scene occurred with the eleventh Ohio, which

for sublimity and moving power has been seldom surpassed.

The Chaplain rode up in front of the line, and the Colonel gave an order which, on being

executed, formed the regiment in two divisions with the Chaplain in the center.

Without dismounting, he addressed the troops in a clear, loud voice that sounded strangely

amid the loud explosions of the artillery and the rattle of muscatry.

It is but little I can do for you, said he, in the hour of battle, but there is one thing

I will do, I will pray for you.

And there are thousands all over the land praying for you this morning, and God will hear

them.

You must now pray, for God is a hearer of prayer, and if this is the last time I shall ever

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