's Washington's fault, not
theirs."--"Yes, sir, Ricketts and Meade and Kearney and a lot of them
are all right."--"Good Lord, what a shout! That's either Old Jack or a
rabbit."--"It's Old Jack! It's Old Jack! He's coming along the front.
Stonewall Jackson! Stonewall Jackson! Stonewall Jackson! He's passed. O
God! I wish that Bee and Bartow and all that fell here could see him and
us now."--"There's Stuart passing through the fields. What guns are
those going up Stony Ridge?--Pelham and the Horse Artillery."--"Listen!
Bugles! There they come! There they come! Over the Henry Hill."
_Attention!_

About the middle of the morning the cannonading ceased. "There's a
movement this way," said A. P. Hill on the left. "They mean to turn us.
They have ploughed this wood with shells, and now they're coming to sow
it. All right, men! General Jackson's looking!--and General Lee will be
here to-night to tell the story to. I suppose you'd like Marse Robert to
say, 'Well done!' All right, then, do well!--I don't think we're any too
rich, Garrett, in ammunition. Better go tell General Jackson so."

The men talked, Hill's men and Ewell's men on Hill's right--not volubly,
but with slow appreciation. "Reynolds? Like Reynolds all right. Milroy?
Don't care for the gentleman. Sigel--Schurz--Schenck--Steinwehr? _Nein.
Nein!_ Wonder if they remember Cross Keys?"--"They've got a powerful
long line. There isn't but one thing I envy them and that's those
beautiful batteries. I don't envy them their good food, and their good,
whole clothes or anything but the guns."--"H'm, I don't envy them
anything--our batteries are doing all right! We've got a lot of their
guns, and to-night we'll have more. Artillery's done fine to-day."--"So
it has! so it has!"--"Listen, they're opening again. That's Pelham--now
Pegram--now Washington Artillery--now Rockbridge!"--"Yes sir, yes sir!
We're all right. We're ready. Music! They always come on with music.
Funny! but they've got the bands. What are they playing? Never heard it
before. Think it's 'What are the Wild Waves Saying?'"--"I think it's
'When this Cruel War is Over.'"--"Go 'way, you boys weren't in the
Valley! We've heard it several times. It's 'Der Wacht am Rhein.'"--"All
right, sir! All right. Now!"

Sometime in the middle of the afternoon, after the third great blue
charge, Edward Cary, lips blackened from tearing cartridges, lock and
barrel of his rifle hot within his hands, his cap shot away, his sleeve