The Northern army, though shattered by cannon and rifle fire, stood fast on the ridge until the charging lines were within ten feet of them.

Then they gave way, but carried with them most of their cannon, reformed further back, and fought again.
Harry found himself shouting triumphantly over one of the captured guns, but the Southern troops were allowed no time to exult.

The sun was already sinking over the swamps and the battlefield, but Lee and Jackson lifted up their legions and hurled them anew to the attack.

McClellan was not there when he was needed most, but Porter did all that a man could do.

Only two of his eighty guns had been taken, and he might yet have made a stand, but the last of Jackson's force suddenly emerged from the forest and again he was struck with terrible impact on the flank.
The Northern army gave way again.