No fires; a fire a mark presents;
Near by, the trees show bullet-dents.
Rations were eaten cold and raw.
The men well soaked, come snow; and more—
A midnight sally. Small sleeping done—
But such is war;
No matter, we’ll have Fort Donelson.
“Ugh! ugh!
’Twill drag along—drag along”
Growled a cross patriot in the throng,