He could see but little save that fearful blaze in their faces, and the cries of the wounded and dying were drowned by the awful roar of so many cannon and rifles.
The cloud of dust and smoke had become immense and overwhelming in an instant, but it was pierced always in front by the blaze of fire, and by its flaming light Dick saw the long lines of the Southern men, their faces gray and fixed, as he knew those of his own comrades were.
But the charge, brave, even reckless, failed.

The brigades broke in vain on Jackson's iron front.

Riddled by the fire of the great battery and of the riflemen they could not go on and live.

The Germans had longed for revenge, but they did not get it.

The South Carolinians fell upon them at the edge of the wood and hurled them back.