The Southern riflemen crept forward in the woods, and now their bullets in sheets were crashing into the hostile ranks.
The Union division commander hurried up reinforcements, and the Pennsylvanians, despite their frightful losses and shattered ranks, still held fast.

But the Southern batteries never ceased for a moment to pour upon them a storm of death.

With red battle before him and the fever in his blood running high, Harry now forgot all about wounds and death.

He had eye and thought only for the tremendous panorama passing before him, where everything was clear and visible, as if it were an act in some old Roman circus, magnified manifold.
Then came a message from Jackson to hurry to the left with an order for a brigadier who lay next to Longstreet.

As he ran through the trees, he heard now the roar of the battle in the center, where the stalwart Longstreet was holding Marye's Hill and the adjacent heights.