General Schoepf’s command was stationed at the time the above seven and a half regiments arrived at a short distance south-west of Somerset. It comprised the Seventeenth, Thirty-first, Thirty-fifth and Thirty-eighth Ohio, the Twelfth Kentucky, Colonel Haskins, the First and Second Tennessee regiments, some companies of cavalry, and two batteries. On Saturday morning, in accordance with orders received the previous evening, that part of General Schoepf’s command constituting General Carter’s brigade, consisting of the Twelfth Kentucky, the First and Second Tennessee, and Captain W. E. Standart’s battery, left their camps, with twenty-four hours’ rations, and proceeded five miles on the Columbia road to Fishing Creek, where they halted, awaiting further orders. At five o’clock they were ordered to join General Thomas’ main body at Logan’s Place. In crossing the swollen creek the water reached to the waists of the men. Owing to the wretched condition of the road, they did not reach their point of destination until midnight. Simultaneously with the above, three regiments and a battery, the balance of General Schoepf’s command, with the exception of the Thirty-eighth Ohio, advanced over another road leading out from Somerset in a south-easterly direction to Fishing Creek, which they found risen so high as to render it almost impossible to cross. After much exertion, a rope was finally stretched across, holding on to which the men slowly managed to get over. At nightfall only one regiment, however, had landed on the other side, and while the remainder were crossing on the morning of the battle, orders came from General Thomas that their assistance was no longer needed, and the brigade retraced their steps to Somerset. During this time a heavy storm came on, and torrents of rain continued to pour upon the devoted troops. General Thomas’ immediate command was tolerably well protected; but General Carter’s brigade had started without tents, and hence were completely exposed to the drenching rain and chilling wind. Every man in the brigade was soaked to the skin before Logan’s Place was reached, and during the remainder of Saturday night the poor fellows lay on the wet ground sheltered only by the dripping woods.