‘Ben’ Jellison of Co. C, instantly grabbed both colors and planted them within three yards of the enemy's front.
Inspired by that brave deed, the men sprang forward like a thunderbolt and followed their colors.
A strange resistless impulse seemed to seize the whole Union line.
It seemed actually to leap forward at every point.
The enemy stood their ground and for a moment the scene of blood was all renewed.
There was at once an indescribable rush of thick-hurrying scenes.
The Nineteenth held the blunted apex of the reenter-ing angle which was the appearance made by the Union
A yell, a shout,—and the line of the regiment seemed to open as if by magic.
It was not a flight, however,—a flood of unarmed, defenseless men had poured through—they were the remnant of Pickett
's gallant men who had abandoned that nearly invincible charge.
And then the victors cheered and the cheering rang down the line.
Sixth, Fifth, Third, Eleventh united with the Second Corps and rent the air with such cheers as are seldom heard.
The mighty shout swelled and rang and died away, swelled and pealed again until even the distant Twelfth Corps united its voice in that mighty hymn of joy, and well it may, for the honor and the fate of a great nation had hung dependant upon that hour.
The Republic was the stake for which they had played amid that ‘Clump of Trees,’ through which were scattered the dead and wounded of the old Nineteenth Massachusetts.
Had the Union
troops lost the mighty game, Bunker Hill
had been fought, Washington
had lived in vain, but now the Great Republic shall ever be free.
Not a star or a stripe shall be torn from the bright emblem of her power.
Aye, more, the Boys in Blue had this day sealed in blood the Magna Charter
of the bondman race.
, translated, reads ‘A nation saved.’