The fight at Brawner’s Farm had metastasized into something primitive. The green men of Gibbon’s brigade stood in their black Hardee hats and took the fire from the storied Stonewall Brigade and Lawton’s Georgia Brigade standing less than half a football field away, returning it shot for shot. It was more like something out of the American Revolution, when primitive musketry made aiming a futile exercise.
With the 6th Wisconsin, isolated by several hundred yards on the far left, Major Rufus Dawes, future brigade commander, described the madness up and down the line:
Our men on the left loaded and fired with the energy of madmen, and the 6th worked with equal desperation. This stopped the rush of the enemy and they halted and fired upon us their deadly musketry. During a few awful moments, I could see by the lurid light of the powder flashes, the whole of both lines. The two ... were within ... fifty yards of each other pouring musketry into each other as fast as men could load and shoot.
Jackson, determined to turn the tide, directed Ewell to Isaac Trimble’s brigade against the 6th Wisconsin. The hardscrabble Dick Ewell chose to accompany them himself. With Trimble’s 12th Georgia, on the far left of the brigade, Ewell scampered down into a ravine, where it was suddenly swept by a crossfire. Ewell scouted ahead and dropped under the cover of a cluster of pine trees to look for the source. Suddenly a bullet struck his knee, splitting in kneecap. The general writhed in pain, and—either at his direction or because of the heat of battle—was left behind.
Trimble’s men surged forward, threatening to overwhelm the 6th Wisconsin, but Doubleday’s two regiments of reinforcements arrived in time to drive them back. Gibbon now had a thin, uninterrupted line of six regiments stretching from the Brawner Farmhouse to a small creek connected to the ravine Dick Ewell had been wounded in. George Noyes, a junior officer in Doubleday’s brigade described the scene:
The shadows of night gradually descended and it seemed to me that I saw at least a mile of lightning leaping from rebel muskets, while a perfect deluge of rebel thunderbolts went crashing into the woods, or came shrieking like fiends over and among us. The rattle of musketry was terrible and continuous—the air seemed full of lead.
On the far end of this deluge was John Gibbon, having placed himself at the weakest point of the line, his open left flank. Resting on the Brawner Farmhouse, the 19th Indiana had no recourse if the Confederates moved in the gap between an intermittent stream and the farmhouse. They had already placed horse artillery on the other side of the ravine and were raining down shot on the Hoosiers.
The colonel of the 19th ordered two companies to redeploy at a right angle and open fire on the nearby horse artillery. In Union accounts, this forced the guns to relocate. In the account of John Pelham, the battery commander, the fire was ineffective and his gunners kept firing throughout. Either way, Gibbon had to deal with a bigger problem, the arrival of a brigade under the command of Alexander Taliaferro, the uncle of division commander William Taliaferro.
Gibbon ordered the 19th's colonel to form an oblique angle with his regiment so it could fight the Stonewall Brigade and Taliaferro’s advancing brigade. But the colonel decided instead to move his regiment back several dozen yards behind a rail fence, so that Taliaferro’s angle of attack in the dark would allow the Hoosiers a shot at his flank instead. It was a dangerous move to perform with rookie soldiers facing nearly 3:1 odds, but it worked perfectly, even after Taliaferro ordered his men to charge and prevent them from executing the maneuver.
In the middle of Gibbon’s line, the Confederates tried to breakthrough too, with regiments of the Stonewall Brigade and Lawton’s Georgia Brigade advancing and falling back throughout the hour and a half of heavy fighting. During one, the commander of Jackson’s Division, William Taliaferro, took a bullet to the leg and had to be carried off the field, further confusing an already confusing situation. With Ewell and Taliaferro both gone, Jackson was giving orders to brigade commanders and sometimes regiments himself, and showing the limitation of his tactical imagination to enduring frontal pummeling, followed by all-out charges.
It was time for the latter tactic. About 7:30 Jackson sent at least two of Lawton’s Georgia regiments and perhaps the 2nd Virginia (who surely did not feel kindly towards the Georgians) in an all out charge against the 2nd Wisconsin just to the right of the 19th Indiana, the rebel yell rolling over the battlefield above the din of muskets and boom of cannon. The Badger State men stood firm and fired into the incoming mob, then endured the crash of hand-to-hand combat.
Meanwhile, two regiments to the right, the 76th New York from Doubleday’s brigade took advantage of the momentary relaxation on their front caused by the charge. Their colonel bellowed for his men to reform at a sharp angle from the line, facing the flank of the charging Confederates and open fire. One member of the regiment wrote:
It seemed like one gun… When the smoke cleared away a little, the few left of that mass of human beings who had so rapidly left the woods a few minutes before had disappeared, but the ground was literally covered with their dead and wounded.
The charge repulsed, the 76th's colonel ordered his men to fix bayonets and prepare for a countercharge.