The recruits in blue were becoming trained now. They did not break in
a panic, although their lines were raked through and through by the
Southern shells. New men stepped in the place of the fallen, and the
lines, filled up, came on again.

The Northern wing charging through the wheat field continued to bear back
the enemy. Jackson was not yet able to stop the fierce masses in blue.
A formidable body of men issuing from the Northern side of the wood
charged with the bayonet, pushing the charge home with a courage and
a recklessness of death that the war had not yet seen surpassed. The
Southern rifles and cannon raked them, but they never stopped, bursting
like a tornado upon their foe.

One of Jackson's Virginia regiments gave way and then another. The men
in blue from the wood and Colonel Winchester's regiment joined, their
shouts rising above the smoke while they steadily pushed the enemy before
them.

Dick as he shouted with the rest felt a wild exultation. They were
showing Jackson what they could do! They were proving to him that he
could not win always. His joy was warranted. No such confusion had ever
before existed in Jackson's army. The Northern charge was driven like a
wedge of steel into its ranks.

Jackson had able generals, valiant lieutenants, with him, Ewell and Early,
and A. P. Hill and Winder, and they strove together to stop the retreat.
The valiant Winder was mortally wounded and died upon the field, and
Jackson, with his wonderful ability to see what was happening and his
equal power of decision, swiftly withdrew that wing of his army, also
carrying with it every gun.