not hesitate an instant, but ordered his regiment to follow Price, who was hastening back to his own men, and sent an officer to tell General Pearce what he had done. Pearce came forward at once and rode with Price and Gratiot as the regiment charged up Bloody hill. Gratiot's regiment came within range of Totten's guns. The men passed safely, but the rear of the regiment was swept of its field and staff. Gratiot's horse was killed, and his orderly, too; the lieutenant-colonel was dismounted; the major's arm was broken; the quartermaster was killed and the regimental commissary seriously wounded. But the regiment kept on and took the position it had been ordered to take, and held it under a fire so furious that in less than thirty minutes 100 of its men were dead or wounded, out of 500. Lyon could not see the entire field. He knew now that Sigel had been defeated, and that the troops that did it would soon be coming, all flushed with victory, Gratiot hurrying even now with 500 men to give vigor to the assault, his own men weary, broken down by a long night march and five hours of the very hardest fighting. He could also see the rest of Pearce's brigade forming on the opposite hill with muskets that had not been tarnished by the smoke of battle, and he could see Missourians, Texans and Arkansans, thousands of men, taking heart as they got used to the din of war, resolved to be ‘in at the death,’ and there was no hope left within him but to dash upon Price with all his might and crush him before these gathering forces could come to his help. He now brought every available battalion to the front. Neither line of battle was more than 1,000 yards in length, and Price guarded carefully every point of his own. Wherever the danger was greatest, and the battle most doubtful, thither would he hasten and stay until the danger was passed. In the intervals of the fighting he would rise to the front among his skirmishers, and peer into the thick smoke, until he could discern what the enemy was doing, and then his voice would ring down the line and officers and men would quickly spring forward to obey it. One of his aides, Colonel Allen of Saline, was killed while receiving an order. Weightman and Cawthorn and his adjutant were mortally wounded; Slack was fearfully lacerated by a musket ball, and Clark
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