where they stood.
Rough and ragged and worn, the best blood of Missouri
faced the enemy in that battle line.
The hand that held the musket might be awkward, but it was steady.
The men might not be able to maneuver, but they could fight.
When one of them fell an unarmed man stepped promptly forward to take his place and his gun. For hours the fight went on. The lines would approach to within fifty yards of each other, deliver their fire and fall back a few yards to reform and reload.
It was a succession of charges followed by a succession of repulses, with solemn intervals of silence between, as each side braced itself again for the desperate struggle.
It was man to man and to the death.
would not have retreated if he could, and Lyon
could not if he would.
He had risked everything on the desperate chance of battle, and had to fight it out to the bitter end.
's and Pearce
's infantry were on the east side of the creek, where McCulloch
had former the men so as to meet Sigel
's attack and to protect Price
's rear, posting the Third Louisiana, McIntosh
's regiment and McRae
's battalion within protecting distance of Woodruff
's battery, which was firing across the creek.
He had not more than made these dispositions when a force of the enemy appeared, moving down the creek on the eastern side with the evident intention of charging Woodruff
to support Woodruff
, he ordered Mc-Intosh, with his regiment dismounted, the Third Louisiana and McRae
's battalion to meet the advancing Federals.
They charged and drove back Plummer
's battalion of regular infantry and a regiment of Home Guards, with a loss of about 100 on each side.
was severely wounded.
had not been heard from since the first dash early in the morning.
He had, in fact, taken position on the Fayetteville
road to intercept and capture the Confederates
had routed them.
His dispositions to that end were made with military precision.
His battery occupied