agers running at the horses' heads led
them to fords farther down.

"Into the river, boys!" shouted Sherburne, as he with Harry and Dalton
by his side galloped into the stream. It seemed to Harry that the whole
river was full of horsemen in an instant, and then he saw Stonewall
Jackson himself, riding Little Sorrel into the stream.

Harry's horse stumbled once on the rocky bottom, but recovered his
footing, and the boy urged him on toward the bank, bumping on either
side against those who were as eager as he. He was covered with water
and foam, churned up by so many horses, but he did not notice it. In a
minute his horse put his forefeet upon the bank, pulled himself up, and
then they were all formed up by Jackson himself for the pursuit.

"They run! They run already!" cried Sherburne.

They were not running, exactly, but Kenly, always alert and cool, had
seen the passage of the ford by the Virginians, and unlimbering his
guns, was retreating in good order, but swiftly, his rear covered by the
New York cavalry.

Now Harry saw all the terrors of war. It was not sufficient for Jackson
to defeat the enemy. He must follow and destroy him. More of his army
crossed at the fords and more poured over the bridge.

The New York cavalry, despite courage and tenacity, could not withstand
the onset of superior numbers. They were compelled to give way, and
Kenly ordered his infantry, retreating on the turnpike, to turn and help
them. Jackson had not waited for his artillery, but his riflemen poured
volley after volley of bullets upon the beaten army, while his cavalry,
galloping in the fields, charged it with sabers on either flank.

Harry was scarcely conscious of what he was doing. He was slashing with
his sword and shooting with the rest. Sometimes his eyes were filled
with dust and smoke and then again they would clear. He heard the voices
of officers shouting to both cavalry and infantry to charge, and then
there was a confused and terrible melee.

Harry never remembered much of that charge, and he was glad that he did
not. He preferred that it should remain a blur in which he could not
pick out the details. He was conscious of the shock, when horse met
horse and body met body. He saw the flash of rifle and pistol shots,
and the gleam of sabers through the smoke, and he heard a continuous
shouting kept up by friend and foe.

Then he felt the Northern army, struck with such terrific force, giving
way. Kenly had made a h