But all the while the battle was rolling nearer. It was no longer an affair of scouting parties. The skirmishers were driven in on either side and the mighty Southern advance was coming forward in full battle array. Shells began to shriek and fall among the Northern masses, and the fire of cannon and rifles mingled in a sinister crash. But the Union regiments, although not yet replying, remained steady, although the shower of steel that was beginning to beat upon them found many a mark. Vast columns of smoke pierced by fire rose in front.
It seemed to Dick’s vivid fancy that the earth was shaking with the tread of the advancing brigades and the thunder of their artillery. But he was still able to preserve his air of indifference, although his heart was now beating hard and fast. Now and then when the smoke eddied or the banks of it broke apart he raised his glasses and with their powerful vision saw the long and deep Southern columns advancing, the field batteries in the intervals pouring a storm of death.
It was a sinister and terrible sight. The South presented here an army outnumbering its force at Shiloh two to one, and they were veterans now, led by veteran commanders. Moreover, they had Longstreet and his matchless fighters from Lee’s army to bear them up.
“What do you see, Dick?” asked Pennington, his voice distinctly audible through the steady roar.
“Johnnies! Johnnies! Johnnies! Thousands and thousands of them and then many thousands more. They’re going to strike full upon us here!”
“Let ’em come. We’re taking root, growing deep into the ground and old ‘Pap’ Thomas has grown deepest of us all! It’ll be impossible to move us!”
“I hope so. There go our own cannon, too, and it’s a welcome sound! I can see the gaps smashed in their ranks by our fire, and ah, I see, too-”
He stopped short in amazed surprise, and Pennington in wonder asked:
“What is it you see, Dick?”
“There’s a heavy cavalry force on their flank, and I caught a glimpse of a man on a great horse leading it. I know him. He’s Colonel George Kenton, father of Harry Kenton, that cousin of mine, of whom I’ve spoken to you so often.”
“And here he comes charging you! But it’s happened hundreds and hundreds of times in this war that relatives have come face to face in battle, and it’ll happen hundreds of times more. Are they within rifle shot, Dick?”
“Not yet, but they soon will be.”
He slung the glasses back over his shoulder. The eye alone was sufficient now to watch the charging columns. All the artillery on both sides was coming into action, and the ripping crash of so many cannon became so great that the officers could no longer hear one another unless they shouted. The gorges and hills caught up the sound and gave it back in increased volume.
Dick heard a new note in the thunder. It was made by the swift beat of hoofs, thousands of them, and the hair on his neck prickled at the roots. Forrest and the wild cavalry of the South were charging on their flanks. He felt a sudden horror lest he be trampled under the hoofs of horses. By some curious twist of the mind his dread of such a fate was far more acute at that moment than his fear of shells and bullets.
Colonel Winchester, shouting imperiously, ordered him and all the other young officers to step back now and lie down. Dick obeyed, and he crouched by the side of Warner and Pennington. The great bank of fire and smoke was rolling nearer and yet nearer, and the cannon were fighting one another with all the speed and power of the gunners. Off on the flank the ominous tread of Southern horsemen was coming fast.
Bullets began now to rain among them. The regiment would have been swept away bodily had the men not been lying down. But their time to wait and hold their fire was at an end. The colonel gave the word, and a sheet of light leaped from the mouths of their rifles. A vast gap appeared in the Southern line before them, but in a minute or two it closed up, and the Southern masses came on again, as menacing as ever. Again Dick’s regiment poured its shattering fire upon the Southern columns and their front lines were blown away. Colonel Winchester at once wheeled his men into a new position to meet the mass of Forrest’s cavalry rushing down upon their flank. He was just in time to help other troops, not in numbers enough to withstand the shock.