They saw that the division was not making much progress.

The men in blue were holding their ground with extraordinary stubbornness.

Although the Southern fire, coming closer, had grown much more deadly, they refused to yield.
Buford, who had chosen that battlefield and who was the first to command upon it, would not let his men give way.

His great hour had come, and he may have known it.

Watching through his glasses he had seen long lines of Southern troops upon the hills, marching toward Gettysburg.
He knew that they were the corps of Hill, drawn by the thunder of the battle, and he felt that if he could hold his ground yet a while longer help for him too would come, drawn in the same manner.
Harry once caught sight of this officer, a native of Kentucky like himself.