His first conviction that Jackson's wounds were mortal was in abeyance for the moment.

He might yet recover and lead his dauntless legions as of old to victory, and he, like the other young officers who lay around him, was resolved to save him with his own life if he could.
The deadly rain from the cannon did not cease.

It swept over their heads again and again, all the more fearful because of the darkness.
Harry felt the twigs and leaves, cut from the bushes, falling on his face.

The whining of the grape and shrapnel and canister united in one ferocious note.

Some of it struck in the roadway beyond them and fire flew from the stones.
The general revived a little after a while and tried to get up, but one of the young officers threw his arms around him and, holding him down, said: "Be still, General! You must! It will cost you your life to rise!" The general made no further attempt to rise, and perhaps he lapsed into a stupor for a little space.