two o'clock
The women were looking eagerly at the field of death . It was still as on the day of the battle , save that instead of the thousands of beating hearts , the flaunting flags , and roaring guns , there were countless ridges torn in the sod , as if a plow had run through at random , limbs and trees torn down and whirled across each other , broken wheels , musket stocks and barrels , twisted and sticking , gaunt and eloquent , in the tough , grassy fiber of the earth . `` In this circle of a mile and a half fifty thousand men pelted each other from two o'clock that Sunday morning until four in the afternoon . Up to two o'clock we were on the defensive . We were driven from the broad , smooth road yonder that you see cutting through the trees , northward a mile from here . Jackson alone made a stand ; if it had n't been for him we should have been prisoners in Washington now , I reckon . You see those men at work ?