other works, and we were waiting to hear the roaring of his guns.

"We gave it to 'em hot and heavy. General Ewell was on foot--that is,
one foot and a crutch--and you ought to have seen him hopping about
among the falling cannon balls, watching and ordering everything.
Sunset was at hand, with Milroy fighting us back and not dreaming that
Early was coming on his flank. Then we heard Early's thunder. In a few
minutes his men stormed the fort on the hill next to him and turned its
guns upon Milroy himself.

"It was now too dark to go much further with the fighting, and we
waited until the next morning to finish the business. But Milroy was
a slippery fellow. He slid out in the night somehow with his men, and
was five miles away before we knew he had gone. But we followed hard,
overtook him, captured four thousand men and twenty-three cannon and
scattered the rest in every direction. Wasn't that a thorough job?"

"Stonewall Jackson would never have let them escape through his cordon
and get a start of five miles."

"That's so, Harry, Old Jack would never have allowed it. But then,
Harry, we've got to remember that there's been only one Stonewall
Jackson, and there's no more to come."

"You're telling the whole truth, St. Clair, and if General Ewell did let
'em get away, he caught 'em again. It was a brilliant deed, and it's
cleared the Valley of the enemy."

"Our scouts have reported that some of the fugitives have reached
Pennsylvania, spreading the alarm there. I suppose they'll be gathering