Part 78 (2/2)

Hooker had a brigade in column behind a tree-clad hill. Screened from sight it now moved forward, swift and silent, then with suddenness broke from the wood in a splendid charge. With a gleam of bayonets, with a flash of colours, with a loud hurrah, with a staggering volley its regiments plunged into the cut, swarmed up the red side and fell upon A.

P. Hill's weakened lines. The grey wavered. Stonewall Jackson's voice was heard again. ”General Hill, I have ordered up Forno from the right and a regiment of Lawton's.” He jerked his hand into the air. ”Here they are. Colonel Forno, give them the bayonet!”

Louisiana and Georgia swept forward, Tennessee, Alabama, and Virginia supporting. They swept Grover's brigade down and back. There was bitter fighting, hand-to-hand, horrible work: the dead lay in the railroad cut thick as fallen leaves. The dead lay thick on either bank and thick in the gra.s.s that was afire and thick in the smoky wood. The blue gave way, went back; the grey returned to their lines.

Edward went again for cartridges. He was beside Gregg's South Carolinians when a courier came up. ”General Jackson wishes to know each brigade's amount of ammunition,” and he heard Gregg's answer, ”Tell General Jackson that this brigade has one round to the man, but I'll hold the position with the bayonet.” Edward gleaned steadily. ”Water!

water! water!” cried the field. ”O G.o.d! water!”

It was growing late, the long, hot day declining. There had been nine hours of fighting. ”Nine hours--ninety hours--ninety minutes?” thought Edward. ”Time's plastic like everything else. Double it, fold it back on itself, stretch it out, do anything with it--” He took the cartridges from a trunk of a man, crept on to a soldier shot through the hip. The latter clutched him with a blackened hand. ”Has Ma.r.s.e Robert come? Has General Lee come?”

”They say he has. Over there on Stuart's Hill, holding Reynolds and McDowell and Fitz John Porter in check.”

The man fell back. ”Oh, then it is all right. Stonewall Jackson and Robert Edward Lee. It's all right--” He spoke drowsily. ”It's all right.

I'll go to sleep.”

Edward looking sideways toward Stony Ridge saw the forty guns black against the sun. As he looked they blazed and thundered. He turned his eyes. Kearney and Reno, five brigades, were coming at a double across the open. As he looked they broke into the charge. With his bag of cartridges he made for the nearest grey line. The blue came on, a formidable wave indeed. Stonewall Jackson rode along the grey front.

”Men, General Early and two regiments of Lawton's are on their way. You must stand it till they come. If you have only one cartridge, save it until they are up from the cut. Then fire, and use your bayonets. Don't cheer! It makes your hand less steady.”

The blue wave plunged into the railroad cut. ”I think,” said a grey soldier, ”that I hear Jubal Early yelling.” The blue wave mounted to the level. ”_Yaaaiih! Yaaaaiih!_” came out of the distance. ”We know that we do,” said the men. ”Now, our friend, the enemy, you go back!” Out of the dun cloud and roar came a deep ”Steady, men! You've got your bayonets yet. Stand it for five minutes. General Early's coming. This is Mana.s.sas--Mana.s.sas--Mana.s.sas! G.o.d is over us! Stand it for five minutes--for three minutes.--General Early, drive them with the bayonet.”

Late that night on the banks of Bull Run the general ”from the West, where we have always seen the backs of our enemy” sent a remarkable telegram to Halleck at Was.h.i.+ngton. _”We fought a terrific battle here yesterday with the combined forces of the enemy, which lasted with continuous fury from daylight until dark, by which time the enemy was driven from the field which we now occupy. The enemy is still in our front, but badly used up. We lost not less than eight thousand men killed and wounded, but from the appearance of the field the enemy lost two to one. The news has just reached me from the front that the enemy is retreating toward the mountains.”_

The delusion holding, he, at noon of the thirtieth, ordered a general advance. ”The troops to be immediately thrown forward in pursuit of the enemy and to press him vigorously.” One of his officers undertook a comment. ”By the Lord Harry, it will be the shortest pursuit that even he ever saw! Why, d.a.m.n it all! they're still here! I tell you the place is unlucky!”

Twenty thousand blue soldiers formed the front that came down from the hills and moved toward the Groveton wood and the railroad track. Behind them were supporting ma.s.ses, forty thousand strong. On every slope gleamed the great blue guns. The guns opened; they sh.e.l.led with vehemence the wood, the railroad cut, and embankment, the field immediately beyond. A line of grey pickets was seen to leave the wood and make across the track and into cover. Pope at the Stone House saw these with his field gla.s.s. ”The last of their rear guard,” he said.

One of his generals spoke. ”Their guns are undoubtedly yet on that ridge, sir.”

”I am perfectly well aware of that, sir. But they will not be there long after our line has crossed the track. Either we will gloriously take them, or they will limber up and scamper after Jackson. He, I take it, is well on his way to Thoroughfare Gap. All that we need is expedition.

Crush him, and then when Longstreet is up, crush _him_.”

”And those troops on Stuart Hill?”

”Give you my word they are nothing, general! A rebel regiment, at the most a brigade, thrown out from Jackson's right. I have positive information. Fitz John Porter is mistaken--arrogantly mistaken.--Ah, the rebel guns are going to indulge in a little bravado.”

The twenty thousand gleaming bayonets pa.s.sed the turnpike, pa.s.sed Dogan's house, moved on toward the wood. It rose torn and thin and black from yesterday's handling. Immediately beyond was the railroad cut. On the other side of the railroad ran a stretch of field and scrub, mounting to Stony Ridge, that rose from the base of the woods. Stony Ridge looked grey itself and formidable, and all about it was the smoke of the forty grey guns. The twenty thousand bayonets pressed on.

There came a blare of bugles. Loud and high they rang--the bugles of the Light Division, of Ewell's, of Jackson's own. They pierced the thunder of the guns, they came from the wood at the base of Stony Ridge. There was a change in the heart-beat below the twenty thousand bayonets.

Porter and Ricketts and Hatch stared, and saw start from the wood a downward moving wall. It moved fast; it approached with a certain impetuous steadiness. Behind it were shorter lines, detached ma.s.ses.

Together all came down from Stony Ridge like an avalanche. The avalanche came to and took the field of yesterday, and stood revealed,--Stonewall Jackson holding the railroad cut. ”I thought as much,” said Fitz John Porter. ”Go ask him to give us Reynolds.”

After the third charge the 65th and another regiment of the Stonewall Brigade, finding their ammunition exhausted, armed themselves with stones. Those of the Thunder Run men who had not fallen at White Oak Swamp proved themselves expert. Broken rock lay in heaps by the railroad bed. They brought these into the lines, swung and threw them. With stones and bayonets they held the line. Morell and Sykes were great fighters; the grey men recognized worthy foes. The battle grew t.i.tanic.

Stonewall Jackson signalled to Lee on the Warrenton turnpike, ”Hill hard pressed. Every brigade engaged. Would like more guns.”

Lee sent two batteries, and Stephen D. Lee placed them. There arose a terrific noise, and presently a wild yelling. Lee signalled:--

_General Jackson. Do you still need reinforcements? Lee._

The signal officer on the knoll behind the Stonewall wigwagged back.

_No. The enemy are giving way. Jackson._

They gave way, indeed. The forty guns upon the ridge, the eight that Lee had sent, strewed the green field beyond the Groveton wood with shot and shrapnel. Morell fell back, Hatch fell back; the guns became deadly, mowing down the blue lines. Stonewall Jackson rode along the front.

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