of such a movement would not only have disposed of Hancock for the day, but would have thrown a powerful force perpendicular to General Grant's centre and right wing, already confronted by General Ewell.
There is a lull all along the line.
It is the ominous stillness that precedes the tornado.
Three brigadas under Mahone — a dangerous man — are already in position for the flank attack, whose spectre seems to have been haunting Hancock from the beginning.
No wonder, it was so near Chancellorsville.
A yell and a volley announce the opening of the tragedy.
The din of battle rolls eastward; the enemy are giving way. It is a moment pregnant with momentous results, and to those of us not engaged one of intense anxiety.
The left brigades begin to move forward.
Already they have made considerable progress; and still eastward roll the fiery billows of war. Can it be possible that we are on the eve of a great victory?
But the fire begins to slacken; the advance movement ceases.