Nearly all the men who had fought successfully against Jackson at Kernstown were in that vanguard, and Tyler, who had deemed himself a victor there, commanded them.

Everybody else had been beaten by Stonewall Jackson, but not they.
Confident of victory, they asked to be led against the Southern army, and they felt only joy when the rising sunlight disclosed their foe.
There were the men of Ohio and West Virginia again, staunch and sturdy.
Harry knew instinctively that the battle would be fierce, pushed to the utmost.

Jackson had no other choice, and as the sunlight spread over the valley, although the mountains were yet in mist, the cannon on the flanks opened with a tremendous discharge, followed by crash after crash, North and South replying to each other.

A Southern column also marched along the slope of the hills, in order to take Tyler's men in flank.

Harry looked eagerly to see the Northern troops give way, but they held fast.