Fort Lafayette or, Love and Secession eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 193 pages of information about Fort Lafayette or, Love and Secession.

Fort Lafayette or, Love and Secession eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 193 pages of information about Fort Lafayette or, Love and Secession.

CHAPTER XXIII.

The Federal troops, with successive charges, had now pushed the enemy from their first position, and the torn battalions were still being hurled against the batteries that swept their ranks.  The excellent generalship of the Confederate leaders availed itself of the valor and impetuosity of their assailants to lure them, by consecutive advance and backward movement, into the deadly range of their well planted guns.  It was then that, far to the right, a heavy column could be seen moving rapidly in the rear of the contending hosts.  Was it a part of Hunter’s division that had turned the enemy’s rear?  Such was the thought at first, and with the delusion triumphant cheers rang from the parched throats of the weary Federals.  They were soon to be undeceived.  The stars and bars flaunted amid those advancing ranks, and the constant yells of the Confederates proclaimed the truth.  Johnston was pouring his fresh troops upon the battle-field.  The field was lost, but still was struggled for in the face of hope.  It was now late in the afternoon, and the soldiers, exhausted with their desperate exertions, fought on, doggedly, but without that fiery spirit which earlier in the day had urged them to the cannon’s mouth.  There was a lull in the storm of carnage, the brief pause that precedes the last terrific fury of the tempest.  The Confederates were concentrating their energies for a decisive effort.  It came.  From the woods that skirted the left centre of their position, a squadron of horsemen came thundering down upon our columns.  Right down upon Carlisle’s battery they rode, slashing the cannoneers and capturing the guns.  Then followed their rushing ranks of infantry, and full upon our flank swooped down another troop of cavalry, dashing into the road where the baggage-train had been incautiously advanced.  Our tired and broken regiments were scattered to the right and left.  In vain a few devoted officers spurred among them, and called on them to rally; they broke from the ranks in every quarter of the field, and rushed madly up the hillsides and into the shelter of the trees.  The magnificent army that had hailed the rising sun with hopes of victory was soon pouring along the road in inextricable confusion and disorderly retreat.  Foot soldier and horseman, field-piece and wagon, caisson and ambulance, teamster and cannoneer, all were mingled together and rushing backward from the field they had half won, with their backs to the pursuing foe.  That rout has been traced, to our shame, in history; the pen of the novelist shuns the disgraceful theme.

Harold, although faint with loss of blood, which oozed from a flesh-wound in his shoulder, was among the gallant few who strove to stem the ebbing current; struck at last by a spent ball in the temple, he fell senseless to the ground.  He would have been trampled upon and crushed by the retreating column, had not a friendly hand dragged him from the road to a little mound over which spread the branches of an oak.  Here he was found an hour afterward by a body of Confederate troops and lifted into an ambulance with others wounded and bleeding like himself.

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