assuring in the ear-splitting din. We could tell from the peculiar whistle that our gunners Were firing canister, and we breathlessly waited for the smoke to lift for a moment, that we might see its effect.
The moment came.
With a ragged front line the rebel column had halted, and were firing wild, but tremendous volleys.
Colors disappeared and alignments were lost.
Colonels rallying their men became tangled up with the swaying and disordered lines, and melted out of view like Edgar of Ravenswood.
Riderless horses plunged across the field with a puzzled gallop, swaying from side to side, snuffing the terror of the moment and screaming with fright.
Four guns of Smith's First Michigan battery went into action hastily on Newton's right flank, and added theirs to the intermingling detonations.
Portions of the assaulting lines made shivering little efforts to advance, and the next instant fell to pieces.
In twenty minutes--no more — the rebel columns were routed and flying back to t