That time our boys, each planting what Charles Lamb
calls ‘a terribly fixed foot’ upon the plateau, held it to keep—held it like bulldogs, but like bulldogs baited by boys, and snarling at each attack.
The plateau had grown dangerous.
The enemy once more recovering was advancing upon them in a solid mass.
Just then Ewell
came up like a healthy breeze, to be welcomed with cheers.
A moment later a shell came shrieking along.
To it rebel yells responded somewhere in the advance and, freed from his ‘delightful excitement,’ Jackson
rushed up like a whirlwind.
The fighting in and around the battery was hand to hand, and many fell from bayonet wounds.
came up and said the brigade should have the captured battery.
‘I thought the men would go wild with cheering, especially the Irishmen.’
's Louisianians bore from the valley two trophies, shared by no others.
In the words of General Ewell
: ‘To General Taylor
and his brigade belong the honor of deciding two battles—that of Winchester
and this one.’
‘This one’—Port Republic
's closing victory—was a victory in which the glory largely belonged to Harry Hays
' faithful Seventh.
During the flank movement of Taylor
's brigade, he had looked around for the Seventh, without seeing it. Up the slope, fighting sturdily, he was struggling.
Riflemen were shelling his brigade from the slope.
‘Dislodge me yonder riflemen,’ he ordered.
Two companies of the Ninth Louisiana were sent to do the dislodging, and did it cleverly.
‘Where is Hays
kept asking himself while mounting the dangerous slope.
At last, the lost Seventh came into view sadly cut up. The Seventh had been with the rear of Taylor
's column, when he marched out; and the thin line that remained was so pressed that Jackson
to stop, and meet the enemy's rush.
‘Where have you been, boys?’
, much relieved in mind, when the regiment reappeared.