about nine o'clock in the morning
We wo n't make no more noise than so many wet cartridges ! '' On they swung through the fairy forest , grey , steady , rapidly moving , the steel above their shoulders gleaming bright , the worn , shot-riddled colours like flowers amid the tender , all-enfolding green . The head of the column came to a dip in the Wilderness through which flowed a little creek . It was about nine o'clock in the morning . All the men looked to the right , for they could see the plateau of Hazel Grove and the great Federal intrenchments . `` If those fellows look right hard they can see us , too ! Ca n't help it -- march fast and get past .