The fortress poured out regiment after regiment.

Chafing so long upon the defense Southern youth was now at its best.

Attacking, not attacked, the farmer lads felt the spirit of battle blaze high in their breasts.

The long, terrible rebel yell, destined to be heard upon so many a desperate field, fierce upon its lower note, fierce upon its higher note, as fierce as ever upon its dying note, and coming back in echoes still as fierce, swelled over forest and fort, marsh and river.
The crackling fire of the pickets ceased.

They had been driven back in a few moments upon the army, but the whole regiment of Colonel Winchester was now up, rifle in hand, and on either side of it, other regiments steadied themselves also to receive the living torrent.
The little band of Pennsylvanians were on the left of the Kentuckians and were practically a part of them.