Presently General Jackson pulled up, said,

Lee, wield and gallop toward us.

Here he comes by God, said several, and Jackson wrote up to the assembled

group as calm as a may morning, and touching his hat in a military salute,

said in a soft voice as if he had been talking to a friend in ordinary

conversation.

Bring out your men, gentlemen.

Every officer world-round and screed back into woods at full gallop.

The men had been watching their officers with as much interest as they had

been watching Jackson, and when they wield and dash towards them,

they knew what it meant, and from the woods arose a horse-rour

like that from cages of wild beast at the scent of blood.

In an incredibly short time, long columns of glittering brigades,

like huge serpents, glided out upon the open field to be as quickly deployed

into lines of battle.

Then all advanced in as perfect order as if they had been on parade,

their bayonets sparkling in the light of the setting sun and their red

battle flags dancing galean the breeze.

Then came trotting out the rumbling artillery to positions on the

flanks where they quickly enlimbert and prepared for action.

It made one's blood tingle to see these troops going into action,

as light-hearted and gale as if they were going to a dancing party,

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