Here he has been ordered to stop.
But down on his head from the top pours such a stream of fire that staying is death, while going back is failure.
Twenty thousand of him crouch there,--twenty thousand bodies, but one white-hot spirit, transfigured and resistless.
Without orders, he rises, he climbs, he goes on his hands, he mounts the broken steep slant of hill, leading his captains as much as they lead him; and the astonished Grant
from Orchard Knob
sees him storm the crest and turn the enemy's guns upon themselves.
It is done.
is split in flying pieces.
The stars and stripes wave upon Missionary Ridge
rode up among this seething triumph, the men quickly found him out, and swarmed upon him by hundreds, embracing his feet and calling his name.
And, among all the gifts and tokens that presently showered upon him for this great November 25, even