luable hill in all the world.

A Northern general, Warren, the chief engineer of the army, had seen the
value of Little Round Top as quickly as Hood. The signalmen were about
to leave, but he made them stay. An entire brigade, hurrying to the
battle, was passing the slope, when Warren literally seized upon them by
force of command and rushed the men and their cannon to the crest.

Hood's soldiers were already climbing the slopes, when the fire of
the brigade, shell and bullets, struck almost in their faces. Harry,
watching through his glasses, saw them reel back and then go on again,
firing their own rifles as they climbed over the rocky sides of Little
Round Top. Again that fierce volley assailed them, crashing through
their ranks, and again they went on into the flame and the smoke.

Harry saw the battle raging around the crest of Little Round Top.
Then he uttered a cry of despair. The Southerners, with their ranks
thin--woefully thin--were falling back slowly and sullenly. They had
done all that soldiers could do, but the commanding towers of Little
Round Top remained in Union hands, and the Union generals were soon
crowding it with artillery that could sweep every point in the field
below.

But Sickles himself was not faring so well. His men, fighting for
every inch of ground about the Peach Orchard, were slowly driven back.
Sickles himself fell, a leg shattered, and walked on one leg for more
than fifty years afterwards. Hood, his immediate opponent, also fell,
losing an arm then and a leg later at Chickamauga, but Longstreet still
pushed the attack, and the Northern generals who had stood around
Sickles resisted with the stubbornness of men who meant to succeed or
die.

Early in the battle Harry had seen General Lee walk forward to a point
in the center of his line and sit down on a smooth stump. There he sat
a long time, apparently impassive. Harry sometimes took his eyes away
from the combat for the Peach Orchard and Little Round Top to watch his
commander-in-chief. But the general never showed emotion. Now and then
General Hill or his military secretary, General Long, came to him and
they would talk a little together, but they made no gestures. Lee would
rise when the generals came, but when they left he would resume his
place on the stump and watch the struggle through his glasses.
Throughout the whole battle of that day he sent a single order and
received but one message. He had given his o