a good deal to say about the result."

"What part of the corps, sir, is this?" asked Harry.

"Rodes' division. General Ewell himself has not yet arrived, but you
may be sure he is making the utmost haste with the rest of the division."

Rodes, full of eagerness, now pushed his troops forward. Hill, who saw
his coming with unmeasured joy, shifted his men until they were fully in
touch with those of Rodes, the whole now forming a great curving line of
battle frowning with guns, the troops burning for a new attack.

Harry looked up at the sun, which long ago had pierced the mists and
vapors, but not the smoke. He saw to his surprise that it had reached
and passed the zenith. It must now be at least two o'clock in the
afternoon. He was about to look at his watch when the Southern trumpets
at that moment sounded the charge, and, knowing no other way to go,
he and Dalton fell in with the Invincibles.

Howard was in command of the Northern army at this time, and from a roof
of a house in Gettysburg he had been watching the Southern advance.
He and Doubleday gathered all their strength to meet it, and, despite
the new troops brought by Rodes, Hill was unable to drive them back.
Harry felt, as he had felt all along, that marked hardening of the
Northern resistance.

The battle wavered. Sometimes the North was driven back and sometimes
it was the South, until Hill at last, massing a great number of men on
his left, charged with renewed courage and vigor. The Union men could
not withstand their weight, and their flank was rolled up. Then Gordon
and his Georgians marched into the willows that lined Rock Creek,
forded the stream and entered the field of wheat beyond.

Harry saw this famous charge, and during a pause of the Invincibles he
watched it. The Georgians, although the cannon and rifles were now
turned upon them, marched in perfect order, trampling down the yellow
wheat which stood thick and tall before them. The sun glittered on
their long lines of bayonets. Many men fell, but the ranks closed
up and marched unflinchingly on. Then, as they came near their foe,
they fired their own rifles and rushed forward.

The men in blue were taken in the flank at the same time by Jubal Early,
and two more brigades also rushed upon them. It was the same Union
corps, the Eleventh, that had suffered so terribly at Chancellorsville
under the hammer strokes of Jackson, and now it was routed again.
It practically dissolve