Source: Wanderings of a War artist (W.H. Allen & co, London, 1889)
Irving Montagu (1842-1901)
Chapter I. Fighting in a fog. Page 219.
(…) a sound as of not very distant thunder, revealed to me the cause of my sudden awakening—it was the thunder of the guns from the Republican forts. (…) It was just daylight, a dense white fog enshrouding everything in such a way as to make the nearest object barely distinguishable, one of those fogs which are in mountainous districts generally the forerunners of a desperately hot day. Through this I made the best of my way in the direction from which the now increasing sounds of cannonading came, and was soon out in a long straight country road which skirted the river, being guided alone by the hedge-row of that side nearest to which I walked. Now and again I heard the voices of others, aroused by the noise, who, like myself, were converging from different directions to the same point, Behobie, for it was evident from the rattling of small arms which momentarily increased, that it was there the fighting was going on, but one could see absolutely nothing, so opaque was the vapoury cloud which enveloped everything.
Author: Irving Montagu (1842-1901)