He saw a long line of men, their front bristling with the blue steel of bayonets, and behind them other lines and yet other lines.
It seemed to Harry that the points of the bayonets were almost in his face, and then, at the shouted command, the whole earthwork burst into a blaze.

The cannon and hundreds of rifles sent their deadly volleys into the blue masses at short range.

The fort had turned into a volcano, pouring forth a rain of fire and deadly missiles.

The front line of the Northern force was shot away, but the next line took its place and rushed at the fort with those behind pressing close after them.

The defenders loaded and fired as fast as they could and the high walls of earth helped them.