midday
-- -- ! They 've developed sharpshooters . Send Wheat over there , General Taylor -- tell him to shake the pig-nuts out of those trees ! '' Toward midday the army marched . All the long afternoon it moved to the sound of musketry up the Valley pike . There was skirmishing in plenty -- dashes by Fremont 's cavalry , repulsed by the grey , a short stampede of Munford 's troopers , driven up the pike and into the infantry of the rear guard , rapid recovery and a Roland for an Oliver . The Valley , shimmering in the June light , lay in anything but Sabbath calm .