Again Dick's regiment poured its shattering fire upon the Southern columns and their front lines were blown away.

Colonel Winchester at once wheeled his men into a new position to meet the mass of Forrest's cavalry rushing down upon their flank.

He was just in time to help other troops, not in numbers enough to withstand the shock.
There were few moments in the lives of these lads as terrifying as those when they turned to face the fierce Forrest, the uneducated mountaineer who had intuitively mastered Napoleon's chief maxim of war, to pour the greatest force upon the enemy's weakest point.
The hurricane sweeping down upon them sent a chill to their hearts.

Dick saw a long line of foaming mouths, the lips drawn back from the cruel white teeth, and manes flying wildly.

Above them rose the faces of the riders, their own eyes bloodshot, their sabers held aloft for the deadly sweep.