And the great guns of the battery hurled a new storm of shell and solid shot.

The ranks of the Southern troops, worn by a full day of desperate fighting, were broken.

They had crossed the ravine into the very mouths of the Northern guns, but now they were driven back into the ravine and across it.
Cannon and rifles rained missiles upon them there, and they withdrew into the woods, while for the first time in all that long day a shout of triumph rose from the Union lines.
Another lull came in the battle.
"What are they doing now, Dick ?" asked the Vermonter.
"I can't see very well, but they seem to be gathering in the forest for a fresh attack.

Do you know, George, that the sun is almost down ?" "It's certainly time.

It's been at least a month since the Johnnies ran out of the forest in the dawn, and jumped on us." It was true that the day was almost over, although but few had noticed the fact.