By turns the Union forces are driven back, and then, with a brave charge, they regain their lost ground, and from behind rocks and trees pour in their murderous volleys.

The battle began at noon, and when the sun sets on the brief winter day it is still unfinished.
Posted on a projecting rock, in full sight of both armies, stands the Union commander--his head uncovered, his hair streaming in the wind, and his heart full of alternate hopes and fears.

It looks as if the day were lost--as if the gallant eleven hundred were conquered at last, when, at a critical moment, the starry banner is seen waving over an advancing host.

It is Sheldon and reinforcements--long and anxiously expected! Their shouts are taken up by the eleven hundred! The enemy see them and are panic-stricken.
The day is won!.