wing, turned again for a time the fortunes of the day, and once more drove back our tottering line over that hard fought field.
Two other of our division commanders had been now lost to us—the lamented Richardson and the heroic General Sedgwick, the former falling mortally wounded, and the latter, though wounded several times, still struggling to keep the field. To and fro the contest had now swayed for seven hours; it was afternoon, and the combatants stood, as it were, at bay, each appearing confident of their power to defend, but doubtful of their ability to assail.