Jackson showed no excitement. His calm and composure in the face of
disaster always inspired his men with fresh courage.

"Ride back to General Archer," he said, "and tell him that the division
of Early and the Stonewall Brigade are coming at once."

He turned his horse as if he would go with the relief, but in a moment
he checked himself, put his field glasses back to his eyes, and
continued to watch heavy masses of the enemy who were coming up in
another quarter.

Harry did not see what happened when Early and Taliaferro, who now led
the Stonewall Brigade, fell upon the Pennsylvanians, but the Invincibles
were in the charge and St. Clair told him about it afterward. The Union
men had penetrated so far that they were entangled in the forest and
thickets, and nobody had come up to support them. They were much
scattered, and as their officers were seeking to gather them together
the men in gray fell upon them in overpowering force and drove them back
in broken fragments. Wild with triumph, the Southern riflemen rushed
after them and also hurled back other riflemen that were coming up to
their support. But on the plain they encountered the matchless Northern
artillery. A battery of sixteen heavy guns met their advancing line
with a storm of canister, before which they were compelled to retreat,
leaving many dead and wounded behind.

Yet the entire Union attack on Jackson had been driven back, the
Northern troops suffering terrible losses. The watchers on the Phillips
porch on the other side of the river saw the repulse, and again their
hearts sank like lead.