They met stern and desperate resistance.

It was American against American.

Once more the superb Northern batteries met those of the South with a fire as terrible as their own.

The Union gunners willingly exposed themselves to death to save their army, and from their breastworks sixty thousand riflemen sent vast sheets of bullets.
But the Northern leader was gone.

As Hooker leaned against a pillar in the portico of the Chancellor House a shell struck it over his head, the concussion being so violent that he was thrown to the floor, stunned and severely injured.