United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
How utterly alone I seemed; how intensely, painfully still everything
was! The silence felt almost like a weight, so greatly it oppressed me.
Even the accustomed voices of nature were hushed, as if war, with
its unspeakable cruelty, had cast a spell over all things animate and
inanimate. It was weird, uncanny. With every nerve strained I leaned
forward across the pommel of my saddle, listening for the slightest
sound out in that black void. My head burned and throbbed as with fever,
and I felt that strange, unnatural stillness as though it had been a
physical thing; surely others besides us were upon this hilltop! For I
knew well--my every soldier instinct told me--that somewhere out in that
impenetrable mystery were blazing the camp-fires of an enemy. Vigilant
eyes were peering everywhere in search for such as we. How far away they
might lurk I could not even conjecture,--perhaps merely around some near
projecting wall of rock,--and we might even now be within the range of
their ready rifles. I could hear the quickened throbbing of my heart,
and my hand fell heavily on a pistol butt in nervous expectancy.
The soft night wind, heavy with pine odors, began suddenly to play amid
the leaves of a low tree beside me, and the pleasant rustling mingled
like strains of music with the slow breathing of the horses, but no
other sound broke a silence that had become a positive pain. Man at his
best is largely a creature of impulse, and I confess to a feeling almost
of terror as I sat there in utter loneliness. I glanced behind, hoping
that there at least I might discover some object on which my gaze might
settle, something that would relieve the intense nerve-strain of the
black nothingness. I swept with staring eyes the half circle where I
knew must lie the deep wide valley far beneath, but no welcome gleam of
light greeted me. Far out yonder, as I well knew, was the cheery glow
where our ragged, tired comrades rested around their night fires, but
the bend of the land between shut it all off as completely as if I were
already in another world, a denizen of those cold and silent stars so
far away.
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