noon
D. H. Hill is a fighter from way back ! O Lord , why do n't we fight too ? Holy Moses , what a racket ! '' The blazing noon filled with crash and roar . Ten of Fitz John Porter 's guns opened , full-mouthed , on the adventurous battery . It had nerve , _ elan _ , sheer grit enough for a dozen , but it was out-metalled . One by one its guns were silenced , -- most of the horses down , most of the cannoneers .