More of his army crossed at the fords and more poured over the bridge.
The New York cavalry, despite courage and tenacity, could not withstand the onset of superior numbers.

They were compelled to give way, and Kenly ordered his infantry, retreating on the turnpike, to turn and help them.

Jackson had not waited for his artillery, but his riflemen poured volley after volley of bullets upon the beaten army, while his cavalry, galloping in the fields, charged it with sabers on either flank.
Harry was scarcely conscious of what he was doing.

He was slashing with his sword and shooting with the rest.

Sometimes his eyes were filled with dust and smoke and then again they would clear.