Before them flowed the creek.

On their flank and partly in their front was a great field of Indian corn.

A quarter of a mile away was a lofty ridge on which were posted Union guns with gunners who knew so well how to use them.

To right and left ran the long files of infantry, their faces white but resolute.
"I think," said Dick to Warner, "that if Jackson passes over this place he will at least know that we've been here." "Yes, he'll know it, and besides he'll make quite a halt before passing.
At least, that's my way of thinking." There was a sudden dying of the rifle fire.

The Union skirmishers were driven in, and they fell back on the main body which was silent, awaiting the attack.