swing that flag so high the good Lord's got to see it!--Here's the West
P'inters--here's the generals! Now, boys, just see how loud you can
holler!"

The 49th went into line upon Gartrell's right, who was upon Jackson's
left. Beauregard paused to speak to that brigadier, advanced upon Little
Sorrel in front of the 65th. An aide addressed the latter's colonel.
"General Bee christened this brigade just before he fell. He called it a
stone wall. If he turns out a true prophet I reckon the name will
stick." A shell came hurtling, fell, exploded, and killed under him
Beauregard's horse. He mounted the aide's and galloped back to Johnston,
near the Henry House. Here there was a short council. Had the missing
brigade, the watched for, the hoped for, reached Manassas? Ewell and
Early had been ordered up from Union Mills. Would they arrive upon this
hill in time? What of the Stone Bridge, now left almost undefended? What
of Blackburn and Mitchell's fords, and Longstreet's demonstration, and
the enemy's reserves across Bull Run? What best disposition of the
strength that might arrive? The conference was short. Johnston, the
senior with the command of the whole field, galloped off to the Lewis
House, while Beauregard retained the direction of the contest on the
Henry Hill. Below it the two legions still held the blue wave from
mounting.

Ricketts and Griffin upon the Mathews Hill ceased firing--greatly to the
excitement of Rockbridge, Staunton, Loudoun, Alexandria, and New
Orleans. The smoke slightly lifted. "What're they doing? They've got
their horses--they're limbering up! What in hell!--d'ye suppose they've
had enough? No! Great day in the morning! They're coming up here!"

Ricketts and Griffin, cannoneers on caissons, horses urged to a gallop,
thundered down the opposite slope, across Young's Branch and the
turnpike. A moment and they were lost to sight, another and the
straining horses and the dust and the guns and the fighting men about
them showed above the brow of the Henry Hill. Out they thundered upon
the plateau and wheeled into battery very near to the Henry House.
Magnificence but not war! They had no business there, but they had been
ordered and they came. With a crash as of all the thunders they opened
at a thousand feet, full upon the Confederate batteries and upon the
pine wood where lay the First Brigade.

Rockbridge, Staunton, Loudoun, Alexandria, and New Orleans, wet with
sweat, black with powder, spongi