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.
We turned the captured guns on them as they passed, Ewell serving as a gunner.
A portion of Ewell's Corps had passed through the town several days before, and neglected to secure that very commanding position.
She was a kinswoman of Ewell, and said to have been his early love.
On the day and night of the 21st, Ewell's and Hill's (our) corps marched for the same point.
The pink flush of dawn, the distant view of Ewell's tents, came too soon.
The cavalry of the latter under Ewell saved the bridges which spanned the two branches of the Shenandoah River.
Ewell, head on one side like a bird, took and opened the paper.
Two of Ewell's battalions heard the thunder of the battle and rushed of their own accord to the relief of their commander.