Their view was better than that of the Union commanders, and they knew it was vital to them to move the rock from their path.

Brigades, already victorious on other parts of the field, came up, and were hurled, shouting their triumphant battle cry against Thomas, only to be hurled back again.
The resolution of the defenders increased with their success.

A sort of fever seized upon them all.

Death had become a little thing, or it was forgotten.

The blood in their veins was fire, and, transported out of themselves, they rained shells and bullets upon men whom in their calm moments they did not hate at all.
Dick's regiment had suffered with the rest, but Pennington and Warner and the colonel were alive, and he caught a few glimpses of Hertford with his gallant horsemen beating back every attack upon their flank.
But nothing stood out with sharp precision.