Deep Waters; Or, A Strange StoryCrozier, R. H. (Robert Hoskins)
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Deep Waters; Or, A Strange Story
Crozier, R. H. (Robert Hoskins)
American fiction -- 19th century; Predestination -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
His arrival was most timely, for the whole
Southern line was now giving way, reeling, staggering under the hot,
concentrated fire of McDowell’s army. Bee rapidly advanced with four
regiments, and the battle was, at once, renewed with additional fury.
For an hour, this brigade, with the few bleeding companies of Evans,
decimated by their heroic effort to check the advance of a whole army,
stood their ground, and fought with a desperation born of pride and
patriotism. It seems that Beauregard had made no preparations for an
attack at this point.
Twelve o’clock arrived, and found the little army of Bee and Evans in a
most critical condition. It was slowly falling back. There would soon
have been a panic, had not Bee discovered the famous brigade of the
immortal “Stonewall” Jackson, coming to his relief. “General,” groaned
Bee, as he galloped back, begrimed with the smoke and dust of battle,
“they are beating us back.” “Sir, we will give them the bayonet,”
calmly and curtly replied the Man of Iron. Bee immediately rushed back
to his disordered and disheartened soldiers, and pointing with his
sword, cried out: “Look at Jackson, men, standing like a _stone wall_.”
And thus on that bloody field, amid the roar of battle and the groans
of the dying, the hero was christened with a name which has superseded
that given by his parents.
Again the battle was renewed. Jackson held his position for an hour,
which enabled Beauregard to hurry forward troops from the lower
fords of Bull Run. When Beauregard and Johnson arrived on the field
about twelve o’clock, the day was going against the Confederates. But
fortunately, while the “rebels” were wavering, and would in a short
time have been utterly defeated, there was an inexplicable lull in the
fight. The Federals had halted. At that time they were novices in the
art of war, and did not appreciate the importance of those critical
junctures when the fortunes of both parties are trembling in the
balance, or when nothing is needed but a vigorous movement to secure a
decided victory. But in half an hour, Beauregard had reestablished his
lines, and the contest was again renewed. Fresh troops were arriving on
both sides.
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