3 P. M.

5The work begins. Light drifts of men thrown forward, fade In skirmish-line along the slope, Where some dislodgments must be made Ere the stormer with the strong-hold cope.

Lew Wallace, moving to retake The heights late lost— 11 (Herewith a break. Storms at the West derange the wires. Doubtless, ere morning, we shall hear The end; we look for news to cheer— Let Hope fan all her fires.)

Next day in large bold hand was seen The closing bulletin: