noon
But another general was driven back , losing cannon , although he retook them in a second and desperate charge . Still no news from McClernand and his fifteen thousand ! There was silence where his guns ought to have been thundering , and Grant burned with silent anger . It was noon , and a half-hour past . The Union plans , made with so much care and judgment , and the movements begun with so much skill and daring seemed to be going awry . Yet Grant with the tenacity , rather than lightning intuition , that made him a great general , held on . His lieutenants clung to their ground and prepared anew for attack .