Crashing vollies of hundreds of muskets fired at once, told of new regiments joining in the struggle.

Rebel brigades raised piercing treble yells as they charged across the open fields against the Union positions.

The latter responded with deep-lunged cheers, as they hurled their assailants back.

Clouds of slowly curling smoke rose above thickets filled with maddened men, firing into one another's breasts.
Swarms of rabbits and flocks of birds dashed out in terror from the dark coverts in which they had hitherto found security.
No gallantry could avail against such overwhelming numbers as assailed the Union right.

The stream of disorganized men flowing back from the thickets became wider and swifter every minute; every minute, too, the din of the conflict came closer; every minute the tide of battle rolled on to regiments lying nearer the pike.
A Surgeon with a squad of stretcher-bearers came up to where Rachel was sitting.
"Pull down some of those boxes, and fix a place to lay the Colonel till we can make other arrangements," said a familiar voice.