and shouted, “Come on, you Wolverines!”
and with a fearful yell the First Michigan rushed on, Custer
four lengths ahead.
MicIntosh, as he saw the Confederate
column advancing, sent his Adjutant General
, Captain Walter S. Newhall
, to the left, with orders to Treichel
to rally their men for a charge on the flank as it passed.
But sixteen men could get their horses, and with five officers they made for the battle-flag.
, back once more with the men of his own regiment, who, as he knew well, would go anywhere, and sharing the excitement of the moment, rushed in, by the side of Treichel
, at the head of the little band.
, whose squadron of the Third Pennsylvania was already mounted, and had rallied, fired a volley from the woods on the right, as the Confederate
column passed parallel with his line, but one hundred yards off, and then, with sabres drawn, charged down into the overwhelming masses of the enemy.
The small detachment of the Third Pennsylvania, under Treichel
, struck the enemy first, all making for the color-guard.
was about seizing the flag when a sabre blow, directed at his head, compelled him to parry it. At the same moment the color-bearer lowered his spear and struck Newhall
full in the face, tearing open his mouth and knocking him senseless to the ground.
Every officer and nearly every man in the little band was killed or wounded, although some succeeded in cutting their way clear through.
Almost at the same moment Miller
, with his squadron of the Third Pennsylvania, struck the left flank about two-thirds of the way down the column.
Going through and through, he cut off the rear portion and drove it back past Rummel
's, almost up to the Confederate battery, and nothing but the heavy losses which he had suffered and the scattering of his men prevented his going further, wounded though he was.
In the meantime, the two columns had come together with a crash --the one led by Hampton
and Fitz Lee
(for he, too, was there), and the other by Custer-and were fighting hand-to-hand.
, with his staff and orderlies, and such scattered men from the Michigan
and other regiments as he could get together, charged in with their sabres.
For minutes, which seemed like hours, amid the clashing of the sabres, the rattle of the small-arms, the frenzied imprecations, the demands to surrender, the undaunted replies, and the appeals for mercy, the Confederate
column stood its ground.
of the staff, seeing that a little more was needed to turn the tide, cut his way over to the woods on the right, where he knew he could find Hart
, with his fresh squadron of the First New Jersey.