Dick was no longer compelled to use the glasses.
He saw with unaided eye the great Southern columns marching forward with the utmost confidence, heavy batteries advancing between the regiments, ready at command to sweep the Northern ranks with shot and shell.
Dick shivered a little.

He could not help it.

They were face to face with Jackson, and he was all that the heralds of fame had promised.
He had eye enough to see that the Southern force was much greater than their own, and, led by such a man, how could they fail to win another triumph?
He looked around upon the army in blue, but he did not see any sign of fear.

Both the beaten and the unbeaten were ready for a new battle.
There was a mighty crash from the hill and the Northern batteries poured a stream of metal into the advancing ranks of their foe.
The Confederate advance staggered, but, recovering itself, came on again.

A tremendous cheer burst from the ranks of the lads in blue.
Stonewall Jackson with all his skill and fame was before them, but they meant to stop him.