But we can't expect always to gain victories." Beholding such greatness of soul, Harry regained his own composure.
He rejoined Dalton, and soon they saw the Southern army reform its lines, and turn a bristling front to the enemy.

The Northern cannon were still flashing and thundering, but the Northern army made no return attack.
Gettysburg, in all respects the greatest battle ever fought on the American continent, was over, and fifty thousand men had fallen.
The sun set, and Harry at last sank on the ground overpowered.

The next day the two armies stood on their hills looking at each other, but neither cared to renew the battle after such frightful losses.

That afternoon a fearful storm of thunder, lightning and rain burst over the field.

It seemed to Harry an echo of the real battle of the day before.
That night Lee, having gathered up his wounded, his guns and his wagons, began his retreat toward the South.