Ewell acknowledged the struggle to create narrative out of what sometimes looked like chaos.
On the right as you stand is Culp's Hill, the scene of Ewell's furious, but futile, attempts to flank us there.
The pink flush of dawn, the distant view of Ewell's tents, came too soon.
A portion of Ewell's Corps had passed through the town several days before, and neglected to secure that very commanding position.
Ewell, head on one side like a bird, took and opened the paper.
On the day and night of the 21st, Ewell's and Hill's (our) corps marched for the same point.
Ewell fidgeted, then, as the other sucked on, determined to set the ball rolling.
The cavalry of the latter under Ewell saved the bridges which spanned the two branches of the Shenandoah River.
General Ewell's compliments, sir, and the battle of Cross Keys is beginning.
Two of Ewell's battalions heard the thunder of the battle and rushed of their own accord to the relief of their commander.