Him and the deadly ambush of the foe
The swollen river rolled and roared between. 
Brave Baker saw the peril, but not his
The soul to shrink or falter, though he saw
His death-warrant in his orders.  Forth he led
His proud brigade across the roaring chasm,
Firm and unfaltering into the chasm of death. 
From morn till mid-day in a single boat
Unfit, by companies, the fearless band
Passed over the raging river; then advanced
Upon the ambushed foe.  We heard the roll
Of volleys in the forest, and uprose,
From out the wood, a cloud of battle-smoke. 
Then came the yell of foemen charging down
Rank upon rank and furious.  Hand to hand,
The little band of heroes, flanked and pressed,
Fought thrice their numbers; fearless Baker led
In prodigies of valor; front and flank
Volleyed the deadly rifles; in the rear
The rapid, raging river rolled and roared. 
Along the Maryland shore a mile below,
Eager to cross and reinforce our friends,
Ten thousand soldiers lay upon their arms;
And we had boats to spare.  In all our ranks
There was not one who did not comprehend
The peril and the instant need of aid. 
Chafing we waited orders.  We could see
That Baker’s men were fighting in retreat;
For ever nearer o’er the forest rolled
The smoke of battle.  Orders came at last,
And up along the shore our regiment ran,
Eager to aid our comrades, but too late! 
Baker had fallen in the battle-front;
He fought like Spartan and like Spartan fell
Defiant, clutching at the throat of fate. 
Their leader lost, confusion followed fast;
Wild panic and red slaughter swept the field. 
Powerless to saves we saw the farther shore
Covered with wounded and wild fugitives—­
Our own defeated and defenseless friends. 
Shattered and piled with wounded men the boat
Pushed off to brave the river, while the foe
Pressed on the charge with fury, and refused
Mercy to the vanquished.  Officers and men,
Cheating the savage foemen of their spoils,
Their flags and arms into the gurgling depths
Despairing hurled, and following plunged amain. 
As numerous as the wild aquatic flocks
That float in autumn on Lake Nepigon,
The heads of swimmers moved upon the flood. 
And still upon the shore a Spartan few—­
Shoulder to shoulder—­back to back, as one—­
Amid the din and clang of clashing steel,
Surrounded held the swarming foes at bay. 
As in the pre-historic centuries—­
Unnumbered ages ere the Pyramids—­
Whereof we read on pre-diluvian bones
And fretted flints in excavated caves,
When savage men abode in rocky dens,
And wrought their weapons from the fiery flint,
And clothed their tawny thighs in lion-skins—­
Before the mouth of some well-guarded cave,
Where smoked the savory flesh of mammoth, came
The great cave-bear unbidden to the feast. 
Around the monster swarm the brawny men,