The afternoon was growing late, and while it was yet brilliant sunshine in the open, it was dark and somber in the Wilderness.
The division of Jackson seemed almost lost in the forest and undergrowth.

The cavalry riding along some of the narrow paths were checked by large forces in front, and fell back under the protection of their own infantry.

On another path a strong body of Southern skirmishers drove back those of the North, but were checked in their turn by a heavy fire of artillery.
Harry witnessed the repulse of the Southern riflemen and saw them crowding back down the path and through the bushes which lined it on either side.

He also saw the usually calm and imperturbable face of Jackson show annoyance.

The general signed to his staff, and, galloping forward a hundred yards or so, joined Stuart, who was just in front.
Stuart also showed annoyance, but, more emotional than Jackson, he expressed it in a much greater degree.