United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
All through the campaign of '64 the crimson tide of war deepened and
broadened. Even Graham's cool and veteran spirit was appalled at the
awful slaughter on either side. The Army of the Potomac--the grandest
army ever organized, and always made more sublime and heroic by
defeat--was led by a man as remorseless as fate. He was fate to
thousands of loyal men, whom he placed at will as coolly as if they had
been the pieces on a chessboard. He was fate to the Confederacy, upon
whose throat he placed his iron grasp, never relaxed until life was
extinct. In May, 1864, he quietly crossed the Rapidan for the
death-grapple. He took the most direct route for Richmond, ignoring all
obstacles and the fate of his predecessors. To think that General Grant
wished to fight the battle of the Wilderness is pure idiocy. One would
almost as soon choose the Dismal Swamp for a battleground. It was
undoubtedly his hope to pass beyond that gloomy tangle, over which the
shadow of death had brooded ever since fatal Chancellorsville. But Lee,
his brilliant and vigilant opponent, rarely lost an advantage; and
Graham's experienced eye, as with the cavalry he was in the extreme
advance, clearly saw that their position would give their foes enormous
advantages. Lee's movements would be completely masked by the almost
impervious growth, He and his lieutenants could approach within
striking distance, whenever they chose, without being seen, and had
little to fear from the Union artillery, which the past had given them
much cause to dread. It was a region also to disgust the very soul of a
cavalryman; for the low, scrubby growth lined the narrow roads almost
as effectually as the most scientifically prepared _abatis_.
Graham's surmise was correct. Lee would not wait till his antagonist
had reached open and favorable ground, but he made an attack at once,
where, owing to peculiarities of position, one of his thin regiments
had often the strength of a brigade.
On the morning of the 5th of May began one of the most awful and bloody
battles in the annals of warfare. Indeed it was the beginning of one
long and almost continuous struggle which ended only at Appomattox.
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