They pressed him hard the next day at White Oak Swamp, Jackson again making the circular movement and falling on his flank, while Longstreet attacked in front.

There was a terrible battle in thick forest and among deep ravines, but the darkness again saved the Northern army, which escaped, leaving cannon and men in the hands of the enemy.
Harry lay that night in a daze rather than sleep.

He was feverish and exhausted, yet he gathered some strength from the stupor in which he lay.

All that day they marched along the edge of a vast swamp, and they heard continually the roar of a great battle on the horizon, which they were not able to reach.

It was Glendale, where Longstreet and one of the Hills fought a sanguinary draw with McClellan.