eroic stand, but he could no longer support the
attacks from all sides. One of his cannon was taken and then all. He
himself fell wounded terribly. His senior officers also fell, as they
tried to rally their men, who were giving way at all points.

Sherburne wheeled his troop away again and charged at the Northern
cavalry, which was still in order. Harry had seen Jackson himself give
the command to the captain. It was the redoubtable commander who saw all
and understood all, who always struck, with his sword directly at the
weak point in the enemy's armor. Harry saw that eye glittering as he had
never seen it glitter before, and the command was given in words of fire
that communicated a like fire to every man in the troop.

The Northern cavalry cut to pieces, Kenly's whole army dissolved. The
attack was so terrific, so overwhelming, and was pushed home so hard,
that panic ran through the ranks of those brave men. They fled through
the orchards and the fields, and Jackson never ceased to urge on the
pursuit, taking whole companies here and there, and seizing scattered
fugitives.

Ashby, with the chief body of the cavalry, galloped on ahead to a
railway station, where Pennsylvania infantry were on guard. They had
just got ready a telegraphic message to Banks for help, but his men
rushed the station before it could be sent, tore up the railroad tracks,
cut the telegraph wires, carried by storm a log house in which the
Pennsylvanians had taken refuge, and captured them all.

The Northern army had ceased to exist. Save for some fugitives, it had
all fallen or was in the hands of Jackson, and the triumphant cheers of
the Southerners rang over the field. Banks, at Strasburg, not far away,
did not know that Kenly's force had been destroyed. Three hours after
the attack had been made, an orderly covered with dust galloped into his
camp and told him that Kenly was pressed hard--he did not know the full
truth himself.

Banks, whose own force was cut down by heavy drafts to the eastward,
was half incredulous. It was impossible that Jackson could be at Front
Royal. He was fifty or sixty miles away, and the attack must be some
cavalry raid which would soon be beaten off. He sent a regiment and two
guns to see what was the matter. He telegraphed later to the Secretary
of War at Washington that a force of several thousand rebels gathered in
the mountains was pushing Kenly hard.

Meanwhile the victorious Southerners were spending