So much inferior was the South in numbers that her enemy began to overlap her on the flanks also.
A tremendous shout of exultation swept through the Northern ranks, as they felt themselves advancing.

The promises of their generals were coming true, and there is nothing sweeter than victory after defeat.
Fortune, after frowning upon her so long, was now smiling upon the North.

The exultant cheer swept through the ranks again, and back came the defiant rebel yell.
A young soldier often feels what is happening with as true instinct as a general.

Dick now knew that the North would recover the field, and that the South, cut down fearfully, though having performed prodigies of valor, must fight to save herself.

He felt that the resistance in front of them was no longer invincible.