cked the furious horse, wheeled and was gone like a bolt from a
catapult toward his broken and retiring troop. As he rode he turned in
his saddle, raised his cap, and sang,--

"As the Yankees were a-marching,
They heard the rebel yell--"

Close at the heels of Kenly's whole command poured, resistlessly, the
skirmish line, the Louisiana troops, the First Maryland. A light wind blew
before them the dun and rolling smoke from the burning camp. For all their
haste the men found tongue as they passed that dismal pyre. They sniffed
the air. "Coffee burning!--good Lord, ain't it a sin?--Look at those
boxes--shoes as I am a Christian man!--And all the wall tents--like
'Laddin's palaces! Geewhilikins! what was that? That was oil. There might
be gunpowder somewhere! Captain, honey, don't you want us to _treble-quick_
it?" They passed the fire and waste and ruin, rounded a curve, and came
upon the long downward slope to the river. "Oh, here we are! Thar they are!
Thar's the river. Thar's the Shenandoah! Thar's the covered bridge! They're
on it--they're halfway over! Their guns are over!--We ain't ever going to
let them all get across?--Ain't we going down the hill at them?--Yes.
_Forward!_--Yaaaih!--Yaaih!--Yaaaaaaaihh!--Yaaaaaih!--Thar's the cavalry!
Thar's Old Jack!"

Jackson and the 6th Virginia came at a gallop out of the woods, down the
eastern bank of the stream. The skirmishers, First Maryland,--Louisiana,
--poured down the slope, firing on Kenly as they ran. A number of his men
dropped, but he was halfway across and he pressed on, the New York cavalry
and Marchmont's small troop acting as rear guard. The battery was already
over. The western bank rose steep and high, commanding the eastern. Up this
strained the guns, were planted, and opened with canister upon the swarming
grey upon the other shore. Company by company Kenly's infantry got across
--got across, and once upon the rising ground faced about and opened a
determined fire under cover of which his cavalry entered the bridge. The
last trooper over, his pioneers brought brush and hay, thrust it into the
mouth of the bridge and set all on fire.

Jackson was up just in time to witness the burst of flames. He turned to
the nearest regiment--the 8th Louisiana, Acadians from the Attakapas.
There was in him no longer any slow stiffness of action; his body moved
as though every joint were oiled. He looked a different creature. He
pointed to th