Howard's Corps was not idle while the terrible struggle was going on. All the Divisions of this splendid command were engaged, and bore a most gallant part in charging and driving the enemy. The noble Divis ions of the heroic Stanley and chivalrous Woods, engaged the rebels, and after a fierce encounter, forced them to retire to their breastworks. Hazen's and Willich's Brigades were on the right of Stanley, and fought with the greatest gallantry. Generals Stanley, Woods, Hazen and Willich were in the field with the troops every moment, and in riding up and down the lines, they were most enthusiastically cheered. Howard himself dismounted from his horse, inspiring the troops by his presence, until the crisis was passed. To see a general officer watching the destinies of a desperate conflict, with the cares and responsibilities of several Divisions upon his shoulders, performing the duties of a common soldier or line officer, is a picture worthy of the pencil of an artist.

In the meantime, McPherson had been steadily pushing back the enemy on the right. He had sent Logan's Corps across Camp Creek, where it carried a line of rifle pits. Here a desperate struggle ensued. From twenty different stand-points, terrific volleys of musketry from the muzzles of angry guns, were hurled upon Logan's advance. The Fifteenth Corps moved forward in superb style, and fell upon the enemy like a thunderbolt, but the rebel column still stood their ground, and fought with desperate gallantry. Logan carried the position. It was evident that the rebels had the advantage in numbers and position, but the brave veterans of Vicksburg did not stop to consult odds against them. A vigorous and simultaneous attack was made, and the enemy driven with great slaughter from the crest of the Ridge. Logan and his entire command behaved with distinguished gallantry, exciting the admiration of all who witnessed their conduct.

The next morning, Sunday, the 15th, the sun rises above the crests of the hills, and what of the mountain

fog, the smoke of the musketry and artillery, and the soft horizontal light that is thrown across, not like a rainbow, but like a blood-bow, if there was such a word, for surely there is such a thing, the spectacle before us is grand. As it has color, so it has voice-the yells of our men, the smoke of the musketry and artillery, the whistling of the Enfield balls, the heavy tramp of men and horses, the rolling of gun carriages and wagons, all mingle in a storm, of which we have not only the noise, but the destructive power.

Brigadier General Morgan informs me of an incident that occurred on his line of operations, that is too good to be lost: While his Brigade occupied the gap between Oak Knob and Rocky-Face, yesterday, a corporal of Company I, 60th Illinois, broke from the line, and under cover of projecting ledges, got up within twenty feet of a squad of rebels on the summit. Taking shelter from the sharpshooters, he called out:

"I say, rebs, don't you want to hear Old Abe's Amnesty Proclamation read!"

"Yes! yes!" was the unanimous cry, "give us the ape's proclamation."

"Attention!" commanded the corporal; and in a clear and resonant voice he read the Amnesty Proclamation to the rebels whose hands were raised to destroy the fabric of a Government established by our fathers. When he arrived at those passages of the Proclamation where the negro was referred to, he was interrupted by eries of "none of your d-d Abolitionism! Look out for rocks!" and down over his hiding-place descended a shower of stones and rocks. Having finished the reading, the corporal asked:

"Well, rebs, how do you like the terms? Will you hear it again?"

"Not to-day, you bloody Yankee. Now crawl down in a hurry, and we won't fire," was the response, and the daring corporal descended and rejoined his command, which distinctly heard all that passed. I regret I could not learn the name of the corporal, for he must

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get promotion at the hands of Father Abraham and Governor Yates.

The whole of the fighting was of the most terrific character. Without a moment's cessation, the rebels for two days and nights, poured into our forces perfect torrents of canister, shell and round shot, while their thousands of sharpshooters hurled in a destructive fire. from every bush, tree, log or obstruction of any kind that afforded shelter. The roar of the battle was like that of a heavy tornado, as it sweeps through some forest on its mission of destruction. Small arms kept up an incessant cracking, mingling with which came up occasionally the roar of company or division fighting, while over all, came every moment or two, the resonant thunders of the battle. Never fought men better than did ours on that bloody day. They clung to a position till driven from it by the direst necessity, and in many individual cases, men refused to retreat, but stuck to their tree or bush, till the enemy's forces rolled about them, and swallowed them up. Many in this way were taken prisoners, while others found a speedier, bloodier end to their daring. The victory was a costly one. Some of the regiments were cut to pieces, others were reduced to a size that scarcely left them a respectable company, while all suffered more or less severely.

General Dodge, who commanded the Sixteenth. Corps, had a hot day's work before him, but he felt confident of success. The battle-field was an undulating or rolling, open wood, so much so, that artillery had room and range enough for full play. Dodge advanced his two Divisions on the East side of the Resaca road, connecting with the Fifteenth Corps on the left. enemy made a daring resistance, holding their ground most bravely and determinedly, but when the bayonet was brought to bear, he fell back, and was driven a mile from his original position.

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In this successful movement, the gallant Colonel Sprague's Brigade took a conspicuous part. The 43d Ohio, 25th Wisconsin, 35th New Jersey, 39th Ohio, 63d Ohio, 64th Illinois, and 18th Missouri, drew forth

the plaudits of their comrades, by their steadiness and bravery, in which they lost about a hundred of their number. While Veatch's Division was engaged on the Rome Road, the Second Division, commanded by the one-armed hero, Sweeny, moved down on the Calhoun road, to protect the right flank, and gain possession of the river. This interesting and important movement did not escape the vigilant eye of the rebels, but it eventually proved a success.

The Fourteenth Corps, General Palmer's, did its duty nobly, as did all the officers and men. Carlin's Brigade, of General Johnston's Division, made a bold demonstration, driving the rebels to their breastworks. Turchin's, Carlin's and Mitchell's Brigades distinguished themselves in this splendid engagement. Captain McDowell, of the 15th Kentucky, a brave and dashing officer, was killed in front of this corps. For about two hours there was silence, broken only by the occasional discharge of artillery. It was a sort of breathing time, when the panting combatants, exhausted by the battle, stood silently eyeing each other and making ready, the one to strike and the other to ward off the struggling blow.

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The enemy made another desperate attack. thousand of their troops, in one mass, had charged Judah, and after vainly resisting them, he was slowly giving back before overwhelming numbers. The timely arrival of Newton's Division, of the Fourth Corps, entirely changed the fortunes of the day, and, after a terrible contest, the rebels broke in confusion and fell back. Reforming their lines, they advanced again to the charge, but the same bloody welcome was tendered them, and again they sought safety in flight. Our casualties were slight.

A shell burst

General Hooker narrowly escaped. over his head, a fragment striking him and General Munson. The rest of the staff officers escaped without injury, though pieces of broken shells were scattered freely all around them. An immediate change of base was the consequence, and temporary refuge was sought elsewhere.

A MOMENT OF THRILLING INTEREST.

An able correspondent writes: "That down upon Stanley's exposed flank came the enemy in overwhelming numbers. For a few moments the line nobly resisted the shock; but, as it was renewed with ten-fold fury by the enemy, who fought with a desperation equal to anything ever performed by our own soldiery, the line wavered and the regiments of the left were giving back in confusion and disorder, when, above the roar of artillery and musketry, that seemed to make the old hills tremble and quake, a cheer was heard and into the deadly breach, over the dead bodies of the fallen, came, on the double-quick, Robinson's Brigade, who advanced to the assault with desperate determination to drive back the solid columns of the enemy and save the army from disaster. Nobly they met the enemy, and when the shock came, reeling like drunken men, the line of the enemy was broken and sent back smarting under the shock. The contest was of short duration, but while it lasted, the roar of artillery and the roll of musketry told that this was one of the most critical moments of the day-a period when the heart of the listener seemed to stand still in suspense. The Fourth Corps will never forget Hooker and the noble brigade, which, at a moment when the fate of the army, and perhaps the Nation, hung upon a slender thread, which the enemy would have severed, came up and turned the tide of battle. A Nation's thanks are due to Joseph Hooker, and it may never forget Robinson's brave Brigade, whose gallantry is on every tongue.

General Ward moved his brigade, which he had formed under cover of the woods, out into the open field and prepared to move toward the knob. On the very summit of this almost inaccessible knob, the enemy had constructed a redoubt for four guns. No sooner had Ward's troops emerged into the open ground beyond the woods, when the little redoubt belched forth a torrent of missiles that overshot the column and failed to injure a man. From the rebel