noon
They try to turn the guns once more on the fleeing rebels ; and now a rebel battery far to the left works fast upon the regiment in disorder . A fresh rebel line comes from the woods and rushes for the battery with the sound of many voices . Our men give way ... they run -- the officers are frantic ; all run , all run ... and the cavalry ride from , the woods , and ride straight through our flying men and strike ... and many of the fugitives fire upon the horsemen , who in turn flee for their lives . * * * * * It is long past noon ; the sun is a huge red shield ; the world is smoke . Another regiment has gone in ; the roar of battle grows ; crowds of wounded go by ; a battery gallops headlong to the rear ... the men madly lash the horses . '' _ Bat-tal-ion _ -- ATTENTION ! '' Our time is upon us ; the Eleventh , stands and forms . ''