... and shell hulled furiously into the little band, but it was no time to stop then, and dashing on with a wild cheer, reached the summit of the hill where the pieces were planted. Their commander. Col. F. G. Sumner , a brave, impetuous old gentleman, was some twenty spaces in advance, and, seeing the Federal standing boldly to their guns, rose in his stirrups, turned to his regiments, and, shouting. "Forward, ...