United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
"So be it then. The hard knocks from your kin have materially added to
my small stock of sense; and I think the entire North will be wiser as
well as sadder before many days pass. We have been taught that taking
Richmond and marching through the South will be no holiday picnic.
Major St. John has been right from the start. We must encounter brave,
determined men; and, whatever may be true of the leaders, the people
are as sincere in their patriotism as we are. They don't even dream
that they are fighting in a bad cause. The majority will stand up for
it as stoutly and conscientiously as your husband for ours. Have I not
done justice to your kin, Grace?"
"Yes," she replied, with a faint smile.
"Then forgive me if I say that until four o'clock last Sunday
afternoon, and in a fair, stand-up fight between a Northern mob and a
Southern mob, we whipped them."
"But I thought the men of the North prided themselves on their 'staying
power.'"
"They had no 'staying power' when they found fresh regiments and
batteries pouring in on their flank and rear. I believe that retreat
was then the proper thing. The wild panic that ensued resulted
naturally from the condition of the men and officers, and especially
from the presence of a lot of nondescript people that came to see the
thing as a spectacle, a sort of gladiatorial combat, upon which they
could look at a safe distance. Two most excellent results have been
attained: I don't believe we shall ever send out another mob of
soldiers; and I am sure that a mob of men and women from Washington
will never follow it to see the fun."
"I wish Beauregard had corralled them all--the mob of sight-seers, I
mean," growled the major. "I must say, Mr. Graham, that the hard knocks
you and others have received may result in infinite good. I think I
take your meaning, and that we shall agree very nearly before you are
through. You know that I was ever bitterly opposed to the mad 'On to
Richmond' cry; and now the cursed insanity of the thing is clearly
proved."
"I agree with you that it was all wrong--that it involved risks that
never should have been taken at this stage of the war; and I am told
that General Scott and other veteran officers disapproved of the
measure. Nevertheless, it came wonderfully near being successful. We
should have gained the battle if the attack had been made earlier, or
if that old muff, Patterson, had done his duty."
"If you are not too tired, give us the whole movement, just as you saw
it," said Hilland, his eyes glowing with excitement.
"Oh, I feel well enough for another retreat tonight. My trouble was
chiefly fatigue and lack of sleep."
"Because you make light of wounds, we do not," said Grace.
"Hilland knows that the loss of a little blood as pale and watery as
mine would be of small account," was Graham's laughing response.
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