He saw also
that Ewell was still moving forward, winning more ground, and his heart
swelled with gladness.
How proud Jackson would have been had he been able to see the valor and
skill of his old lieutenant! Perhaps his ghost did really hover over
the Wilderness, where a year before he had fallen in the moment of
his greatest triumph! Harry urged his horse into a gallop. All his
faculties now became acute. He was beyond the zone of fire, but the roar
of the battle behind him seemed as loud as ever. Yet it was steadily
moving back on the main Union lines, and there could be no doubt of
Ewell's continued success.
The curves of the low hills and the thick bushes hid everything from
Harry's sight, as he rode swiftly through the winding paths of the
Wilderness. When the tumult sank at last he heard a new thunder in front
of him, and now he knew that the Southern center under Hill had been
attacked also, and with the greatest fierceness.
As Harry approached, the roar of the second battle became terrific.
Uncertain where General Lee would now be, he rode through the sleet of
steel, and found Hill engaged with the very flower of the Northern army.
Hancock, the hero of Gettysburg, was making desperate exertions to crush
him, pouring in brigade after brigade, while Sheridan, regardless of
thickets, made charge after charge with his numerous cavalry.
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