It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and the fierce July sun was at its zenith, pouring its burning rays upon both armies, alike upon the living and upon the dead who were now so numerous.
The lull was most welcome to the men in gray.

Some fresh regiments sent by Johnston had come already, and they hoped for more, but whether they came or not, the army must stand.

The brigades were massed heavily around the Henry house with that of Jackson standing stern and indomitable, the strongest wall against the foe.

His fame and his spirit were spreading fast over the field.
The lull was brief, the whole Northern army, its lines reformed, swept forward in a half curve, and the Southern army sent forth a stream of shells and bullets to meet it.

The brigades of Jackson and Sherman, indomitable foes, met face to face and swept back and forth over the ground, which was littered with their fallen.