United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
We scarcely spoke regarding the work we knew was ahead, except to
discuss briefly the better route to be selected for our hard night's
ride. We were both old campaigners, inured by years of discipline to
danger and obedience. This special duty, however arduous and desperate
it might prove to be, was silently accepted as part of the service we
owed the State. Reckless and hardened as I know Craig to have been, I
have no doubt he reflected upon Lee and his kindly words and was touched
and softened by their memory, as he lay there stretched at full length
on the grass, his pipe glowing cheerily between his lips. But if so, his
thoughts remained unuttered, nor did I feel inclined to dwell upon
the theme; and so, in the strength of a simple comradeship which could
remain silent, we waited patiently for the night to close us in.
As early as we deemed it safe to venture, we were again in saddle,
riding now straight to the westward, along the smooth-beaten pike, until
we caught sight of the black shadow of Colton Church in our front; then
we swerved to the left, and still moving rapidly but with considerate
care for the horses, headed directly across the more broken country
toward the foot-hills.
It proved to be a hard, toilsome climb up those long, steep slopes
rising before us; for we were extremely careful now to keep well away
from every known route of travel, and our horses, although selected
from among the best mounts of the cavalry brigade, had already been
thoroughly winded by their smart trot up the valley. The short grass
under foot, crisp from the hot sun of the long afternoon, caused many a
slip of the poorly shod hoofs, while the darkness had grown so close and
dense about us that we could barely creep through it, with only faith
and a doubtful memory as guides. Every road, we well knew, would be
patrolled by Federal pickets; only the broken country between could
yield us the faintest prospect of success. But at best it must largely
be guesswork,--Providence, luck, what you will,--and the slightest swing
of the pendulum could easily frustrate our best laid plans.
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