But Stanley was as slow as he always was, and did not come up until it was too late, and the game was gone.
"The sun was just going down on the evening of the 1st of September, when we began to see we were in for it, sure.

The Fourteenth Corps wheeled into position near the railroad, and the sound of musketry and artillery became very loud and clear on our front and left.

We turned a little and marched straight toward the racket, becoming more excited every minute.
We saw the Carlin's brigade of regulars, who were some distance ahead of us, pile knapsacks, form in line, fix bayonets, and dash off with arousing cheer.
"The Rebel fire beat upon them like a Summer rain-storm, the ground shook with the noise, and just as we reached the edge of the cotton field, we saw the remnant of the brigade come flying back out of the awful, blasting shower of bullets.

The whole slope was covered with dead and wounded." "Yes," interrupts one of the Fourteenth; "and they made that charge right gamely, too, I can tell you.

They were good soldiers, and well led.