Rachel rode through their line and turned around to look.

The broad cotton field was covered with solid masses of Rebels, rushing forward with their peculiar fierce yell.
"Fire!" shouted the Colonel in front of her.

The six field-pieces to her right split her ears with their crash.

A thousand muskets blazed out a fire that withered the first line of the advancing foe.

Another crash, and the Rebels had answered with musketry and artillery, that tore the cedars around her, sent the fence rails flying into the air, and covered the ground with blue-coats.