Ewell himself was now upon the field.

The loss of a leg had not diminished his ardor a whit.
Everywhere his troops were driving the enemy before them, increasing the dismay which now prevailed in the ranks of men who had fought so well.
Harry began to shout with the rest, as the Southern torrent, irresistible now, flowed toward Gettysburg, while Ewell and Hill led their men.

The town was filled with the retreating Union troops and the cannon and rifles thundered incessantly in the rear, driving them on.
The whole Southern curve was triumphant.

Ewell's men entered the town after the fugitives, driving all before them, and leaving Gettysburg in Southern hands.
But the Northern army was not a mob.

The men recovered their spirit and reformed rapidly.