The stream of bullets from the ravine thickened, and the cannon were crashing fast.

But the Union masses did not check their rush for an instant.

Although many fell they charged into the ravine, driving out the enemy, and pursued him on the other side.
But the Southern cannon, manned by daring gunners, still held the field and, aided by the thick mud which held back charging feet, they repulsed every attack.

The Winchester regiment was forced to cover, and then Dick heard the booming of cannon in another direction.

He knew that Grant and Sherman were coming up there, and he expected they would rush at once into Jackson, but it was a long time before the distant thunder came any nearer.
Johnston, whose astuteness they feared, was proving himself worthy of their opinion.