No trees or bushes grew near enough to give him shade, and the afternoon sun began to send down upon him direct rays that burned.

He wondered how long it would be until the Union brigades came.

It seemed to him that they were doing a tremendous amount of waiting.

Nothing was to be gained by this long range cannon fire.

They must charge home with the bayonet.
He raised himself a little in order that he might peep over the stone and see if the charge were coming, and then with a little cry he dropped back, a fine gray powder stinging his face.