"It's a fight, face to face," Dick heard Colonel Winchester say.
Then he saw a Union officer, whose name he did not know suddenly gallop
out in front of the division, wave his saber over his head and shout
the charge. A tremendous rolling cry came from the blue ranks and Dick
physically felt the whole division leap forward and rush at the enemy.
Dick saw the officer who had made himself the leader of the charge gallop
straight at a breastwork that the Southerners had built, reach and stand,
horse and rider, a moment at the top, then both fall in a limp heap.
The next instant the officer, not dead but wounded, was dragged a
prisoner behind the embankment by generous foes who had refused to shoot
at him until compelled to do so.
The Union men, with a roar, followed their champion, and Dick felt a
very storm burst upon them. The Southerners had thrown up earthworks at
midnight and thousands of riflemen lying behind them sent in a fire at
short range that caused the first Union line to go down like falling
grain. Cannon from the wood and elsewhere raked them through and through.
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