Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-11-12

as he darts swiftly in among the trees. Hang on, men!" goes the word from center to flank, but things look risky put there to the right where Cutters ranks are drifting back. Then, 1,400 strong, the charging ranks of the Iron Brigade come on with rush. The east edge of the wood is reached by the leaders on the right of the line, just as the southern force bursts through the battle smoke and into the brook; but even as these latter reach the wood, and Archer is cheering them forward, he is amazed to see his wing reeling back, and blue-capped, blue- bodied human wave curving round the southward end of the struggling tim- Der. Before he can issue an order or strengthen single battalion, Fair child and the Black Hats have burst through the sheltering grove in his front, and sprung like tigers on his halted and astonished line; while Badger, Hoosier and Wolverine, swing Ing round him from the south, com plete the demolition of the brigade. He and half his force, 500 at least, are prisoners of war, while the rest are chased to the rear by Meredith's men. First facer for Heth as he glares from the opposite woods. where Pettigrew and Brockenbrough are aligned in support. For hiSn, however, there is comfort to the north of the pike, for there has Davis swept the field and is bearing down on the union guns Now is the time to support him, but Wads- worth is too quick. Archer disposed of; the Iron Brigade halted and reforming under Reynolds own eyes, the general commanding turns to suc- cor the right He has seen the trouble In a single glance; has seen, too, the way out of 1t; and in another minute the Sixth Wisconsin is "double-quick- Ing" away over the fields to it's right In support of the men from the City of Churches. now in sore need. for those lank Mississippians have swept for ward into the long cut of the unfin- tshed railway, and, fiat on their bellies against the southward slope, are pour Ing their fire into Fc ler's, men,
 A fatally good place is a railway sut to shelter 3 line. when the foe stands fast and contents himself sim ply with shooting. A fatally bad place 1t is when the foe won't stand at bay, but comes charging full tilt in spite of the fire, and that, to the amaze of Davis, is just what these infamous Badgers are doing this day. With an : onward rush no mere muzzle leaders can possibly check when firing "oblique,. the Sixth comes sprinting, ( fo1y yirno hn i,n square in the flank and almost in a twinkling, doubling up and driving together, huddled. helpless, sheep like. one astonished battalion. Down go the red battle flags Down go the rifles in answer to shouts of surrender. Some dozen, perhaps, bending double and ducking, manage to scurry off to the west. But Gen. Joe Davis has lost two of his colors and all but few men of two misguided regiments; and here, too. has the Iron Brigade done more than it's full share. Wadsworth is al- most weeping with joy at the sudden stem of the torrent and the magnifi- cent stand of his little division, while Doubleday, seldom given to praise, is wringing that veterans hand in hearty fashion. Doubleday's own men now are fast hurrying up in support of the First division and there is soldier tri- umph mingled with no little anxiety as the war-tried leaders note through their glasses the long columns in gray stretching far back toward the horizon all telling the coming of supporting thousands. A cavalry officer comes ir, .i0If xxybff !, ,ar Devin's brigade has been sent to guard the flank of the line. Where is Gen. Reynolds?" he asks. "Whole divisions are coming there to the north" Where, indeed, is Gen. Reynolds? An Aide-de-camp is spurring at swift trot through the maze of unlimbering bat teries. His face is white, his lips are pale beneath the grimy mustache. He springs from his saddle and says: "Gen. Doubleday, you command, sir Gen. Reynolds is dead"
 And now, far out to the right. and rear the boom of cannon grows inces- sant, and signal men are Tagging des- perately: More men are needed! More men are needed!" Towards corps, the Eleventh, is once more. at one O'CLOCK, racing the very same vet erans that swept it from the field at < Charlottesville, and that seem bent on doing the same thing here.
 Then comes the crisis of the day for the men of the Iron Brigade. Nine field batteries are smelling the vest ward front of Seminary ridge. Nine brigades have been deployed cross country and are now, at three o'clock, bearing down to envelop the grim 'stayers" of Doubleday. Here, about ! the McPherson wood where Reynolds fell, raging old Meredith and gallant Roy Stone hang desperately to their ground. But Roy Stone is soon terri bly, wounded. Wistar, who springs to his sword. is shot in the face. Mere ' dith is crushed under his falling horse. i ,a111alsyll59( -9Y& &Etsssss.as....-