From the Union lines, behind the stonewall on the crest of Cemetery Ridg e, First Lieut. Frank A. Haskell looked down on the forming ranks of the Confederacy: "More than half a mile their front extends; more than a thousand yards the dull grey masses deploy, man touching man, rank pressing ran k, and line supporting line. The red flags wave, their horsemen gallop up and down; the arms of eighteen thousand men, barrel and bayonet, gleam in the sun, a sloping forest of flashing steel. Right on they move, as with one soul, in perfect order, without impediment of ditch, or wa ll or stream, over ridges and slope, through orchard and meadow, and cornfield, magnificent, grim, irresistible
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