“The Johnnies didn’t seem to have the faintest suspicion of what was coming, though they ought, because we would have expected such an attack from them if we hadn’t made it ourselves.  Their pickets were out just a little ways from their works, and we were almost on to them before they discovered us.  They fired and ran back.  At this we raised a yell and dashed forward at a charge.  As we poured over the works, the Rebels came double-quicking up to defend them.  We flanked Johnson’s Division quicker’n you could say ‘Jack Robinson,’ and had four thousand of ’em in our grip just as nice as you please.  We sent them to the rear under guard, and started for the next line of Rebel works about a half a mile away.  But we had now waked up the whole of Lee’s army, and they all came straight for us, like packs of mad wolves.  Ewell struck us in the center; Longstreet let drive at our left flank, and Hill tackled our right.  We fell back to the works we had taken, Warren and Wright came up to help us, and we had it hot and heavy for the rest of the day and part of the night.  The Johnnies seemed so mad over what we’d done that they were half crazy.  They charged us five times, coming up every time just as if they were going to lift us right out of the works with the bayonet.  About midnight, after they’d lost over ten thousand men, they seemed to understand that we had pre-empted that piece of real estate, and didn’t propose to allow anybody to jump our claim, so they fell back sullen like to their main works.  When they came on the last charge, our Brigadier walked behind each of our regiments and said: 

“Boys, we’ll send ’em back this time for keeps.  Give it to ’em by the acre, and when they begin to waver, we’ll all jump over the works and go for them with the bayonet.’

“We did it just that way.  We poured such a fire on them that the bullets knocked up the ground in front just like you have seen the deep dust in a road in the middle of Summer fly up when the first great big drops of a rain storm strike it.  But they came on, yelling and swearing, officers in front waving swords, and shouting—­all that business, you know.  When they got to about one hundred yards from us, they did not seem to be coming so fast, and there was a good deal of confusion among them.  The brigade bugle sounded

“Stop firing.”

“We all ceased instantly.  The rebels looked up in astonishment.  Our General sang out: 

“Fix bayonets!’ but we knew what was coming, and were already executing the order.  You can imagine the crash that ran down the line, as every fellow snatched his bayonet out and slapped it on the muzzle of his gun.  Then the General’s voice rang out like a bugle: 

“Ready!—­Forward!  Charge!’