noon
We are going north to Charlestown ! Boys , boys , boys ! We are going to lick Patterson ! _ '' At noon the Army of the Valley , the First Brigade leading , uncoiled itself , regiment by regiment , from the wide meadow and the chestnut wood , swept out upon the turnpike -- and found its head turned toward the south ! There was stupefaction , then tongues were loosed . `` What 's this -- what 's this , boys ? Charlestown ai n't in this direction .