The air was filled with shells, shot, grape, shrapnel, canister and every form of deadly missile.
Harry and Dalton sprang to cover, as some of the shells struck about them, but they stood up again when they saw that Lee was talking calmly with his generals.
The Southern fire was accurate.

General Meade's headquarters were riddled.

Many important officers were wounded, but the Northern gunners, superb always, never flinched from their guns.

They fell fast, but others took their places.

Guns were dismounted but those in the reserve were brought up instead.
The appalling tumult increased.