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!’

“We cheered till everything seemed to split, and jumped over the works, almost every man at the same minute.  The Johnnies seemed to have been puzzled at the stoppage of our fire.  When we all came sailing over the works, with guns brought right, down where they meant business, they were so astonished for a minute that they stood stock still, not knowing whether to come for us, or run.  We did not allow them long to debate, but went right towards them on the double quick, with the bayonets looking awful savage and hungry.  It was too much for Mr. Johnny Reb’s nerves.  They all seemed to about face’ at once, and they lit out