Confederate States of America. Army -- Fiction; Historical fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
Throughout the seventh and eighth of June the firing from the mortars
was very heavy and the Federal digging, digging continued. The grey
private’s device was adopted and a number of sap rollers were set
afire and destroyed, exposing the sappers behind and compelling fresh
beginnings. On the Jackson road, before Hebert’s lines, the blue were
using for screen cotton bales piled high upon a flatcar. This shield
also was fired by musket balls wrapped in turpentine and tow. Bales
and car went up in flames. The grey began new rifle-pits, and in the
redans they collected thundering barrels and loaded shells. There was
a feeling of impending assault. Now, too, began night sallies—Federal
attacks upon the picket lines, Confederate repulses. Sentinel duty,
heavy from the first, grew ever more heavy. Men fought during the day,
and the same men watched at night. Day and night the trenches must be
manned. The lines were long, and by now there were barely eighteen
thousand grey effectives. They lived perforce in the trenches; they
had no relief from the narrow ditches. The sun of a Southern June
blistered and baked; then came torrential rains and soaked all things;
then the sun shone again and the heavens became an inverted bowl of
brass. On the twelfth of June the troops were put on half-rations; a
little later, these, too, were reduced. The water grew low and very
impure. There were so many dead bodies—men and animals. Fever appeared
in every main work, and in every trench. Men lifted their muskets with
shaking hands.
CHAPTER XIII
ACROSS THE POTOMAC
On the thirteenth of June, Ewell and the Second Corps forded the
Potomac.
“Come! ’Tis the red dawn of the day,
Maryland!”
sang the men.
“Come with thy panoplied array,
Maryland!...
Come, for thy shield is bright and strong,
Maryland!
Come, for thy dalliance does thee wrong,
Maryland!...”
From the thirteenth to the twenty-first they bivouacked on and near
the battle-field of Sharpsburg. By now they were used to revisiting
battle-fields. Kernstown—Manassas—many another stricken field; they
knew them once, they knew them twice, they knew them times again! On
the twenty-first, Ewell had orders from Lee to march northward into
Pennsylvania, then eastwardly upon Harrisburg on the Susquehanna. “Old
Dick” broke camp at dawn of the twenty-second.
South of the Potomac waited Lee with the First and Third Corps. He
waited watching “Fighting Joe Hooker,” willing to give him battle in
Virginia if he so elected. On the twentieth he sent a dispatch from
Berryville to Richmond, to Mr. Davis.
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