They were
showing Jackson what they could do! They were proving to him that he
could not win always. His joy was warranted. No such confusion had ever
before existed in Jackson's army. The Northern charge was driven like a
wedge of steel into its ranks.
Jackson had able generals, valiant lieutenants, with him, Ewell and Early,
and A. P. Hill and Winder, and they strove together to stop the retreat.
The valiant Winder was mortally wounded and died upon the field, and
Jackson, with his wonderful ability to see what was happening and his
equal power of decision, swiftly withdrew that wing of his army, also
carrying with it every gun.
A great shout of triumph rose from the men in blue as they saw the
Southern retreat.
"We win! We win!" cried Pennington again.
"Yes, we win!" shouted Warner, usually so cool.
And it did seem even to older men that the triumph was complete. The
blue and the gray were face to face in the smoke, but the gray were
driven back by the fierce and irresistible charge, and, as their flight
became swifter, the shells and grape from the Northern batteries plunged
and tore through their ranks.
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