‘Hell has broke loose!’ he shouted, as he passed me.

The blue-coated host was rushing towards us like a flood’ artillery, cavalry, infantry, wagon train.  There was a mighty uproar in the men behind me — a quick stir of feet.  Terror spread over them like the travelling of fire.  It shook their tongues.  The crowd began caving at the edge and jamming at the centre.  Then it spread like a swarm of bees shaken off a bush.

‘Run!  Run for your lives!’ was a cry that rose to heaven.

‘Halt, you cowards!’ an officer shouted.

It was now past three o clock.

The raw army had been on its feet since midnight.  For hours it had been fighting hunger, a pain in the legs, a quivering sickness at the stomach, a stubborn foe.  It had turned the flank of Beauregard; victory was in sight.  But lo! a new enemy was coming to the fray, innumerable, unwearied, eager for battle.  The long slope bristled with his bayonets.  Our army looked and cursed and began letting go.  The men near me were pausing on the brink of awful rout In a moment they were off, pell-mell, like a flock of sheep.  The earth shook under them.  Officers rode around them, cursing, gesticulating, threatening, but nothing could stop them.  Half a dozen trees had stood in the centre of the roaring mass.  Now a few men clung to them — a remnant of the monster that had torn away.  But the greater host was now coming.  The thunder of its many feet was near me; a cloud of dust hung over it.  A squadron of cavalry came rushing by and broke into the fleeing mass.  Heavy horses, cut free from artillery, came galloping after them, straps flying over foamy flanks.  Two riders clung to the back of each, lashing with whip and rein.  The nick of wagons came after them, wheels rattling, horses running, voices shrilling in a wild hoot of terror.  It makes me tremble even now, as I think of it, though it is muffled under the cover of nearly forty years!  I saw they would go over me.  Reeling as if drunk, I ran to save myself.  Zigzagging over the field I came upon a grey-bearded soldier lying in the grass and fell headlong.  I struggled madly, but could not rise to my feet.  I lay, my face upon the ground, weeping like a woman.  Save I be lost in hell, I shall never know again the bitter pang of that moment.  I thought of my country.  I saw its splendid capital in ruins; its people surrendered to God’s enemies.

The rout of wagons had gone by I could now hear the heavy tramp of thousands passing me, the shrill voices of terror.  I worked to a sitting posture somehow — the effort nearly smothered me.  A mass of cavalry was bearing down upon me.  They were coming so thick I saw they would trample me into jelly.  In a flash I thought of what Uncle Eb had told me once.  I took my hat and covered my face quiddy, and then uncovered it as they came near.  They sheared away as I felt the foam of their nostrils.  I had split them as a rock may split the torrent.