November 30 — This morning just as the first sunbeams touched the frosty hills heavy booming of cannon came rolling from the right of General Lee’s battle line, and the fierce howling of the war dogs as it floated over the cold, crisp morning air, sounded very much like the opening chorus of an overture to a general engagement. But after the artillery fire was kept up for about three hours it gradually died away. Both armies are still in line of battle and ready to butcher. The weather is freezing cold.
Three Years in the Confederate Horse Artillery — George Michael Neese.
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