Grant reformed his line, which had been shattered by the last fiery and successful attack of the South.  Along the whole long line the trumpets sang the charge, and brigades and batteries advanced.

But the end of Shiloh was at hand.  Despite the prodigies of valor performed by their men, the Southern generals saw that they could not longer hold the field.  The junction of Grant and Buell, after all, had proved too much for them.  The bugles sounded the retreat, and reluctantly they gave up the ground which they had won with so much courage and daring.  They retreated rather as victors than defeated men, presenting a bristling front to the enemy until their regiments were lost in the forest, and beating off every attempt of skirmishers or cavalry to molest them.

It was the middle of the afternoon when the last shot was fired, and the Southern army at its leisure resumed its march toward Corinth, protected on the flanks by its cavalry, and carrying with it the assurance that although not victorious over two armies it had been victorious over one, and had struck the most stunning blow yet known in American history.

When the last of the Southern regiments disappeared in the deep woods, Dick and many of those around him sank exhausted upon the ground.  Even had they been ordered to follow they would have been incapable of it.  Complete nervous collapse followed such days and nights as those through which they had passed.

Nor did Grant and Buell wish to pursue.  Their armies had been too terribly shaken to make another attack.  Nearly fifteen thousand of their men had fallen and the dead and wounded still lay scattered widely through the woods.  The South had lost almost as many.  Nearly a third of her army had been killed or wounded in the battle, and yet they retired in good order, showing the desperate valor of these sons of hers.

The double army which had saved itself, but which had yet been unable to destroy its enemy, slept that night in the recovered camp.  The generals discussed in subdued tones their narrow escape, and the soldiers, who now understood very well what had happened, talked of it in the same way.

“We knew that it was going to be a big war,” said Dick, “but it’s going to be far bigger than we thought.”

“And we won’t make that easy parade down to the Gulf,” said Warner.  “I’m thinking that a lot of lions are in the path.”

“But we’ll win!” said Dick.  “In the end we’ll surely win!”

Then after dreaming a little with his eyes open he fell asleep, gathering new strength for mighty campaigns yet to come.

Appendix:  Transcription notes: 

This etext was transcribed from a volume of the 22nd printing

The following modifications were applied while transcribing the printed book to e-text: 

 chapter 2
  — Page 40, para 6, changed comma to period

 chapter 3
  — Page 59, para 3, fixed mis-printed quotation mark