United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
The distance from Winchester to Cedar Creek, on the north bank of which
the Army of the Shenandoah lay encamped, is a little less than nineteen
miles. The general direction was west of south, and the road to it, by
way of the valley pike, ran directly through the road-side hamlets of
Milltown, Kearnstown, Newtown, and Middletown. Our army was encamped
four miles south of Middletown. The Shenandoah Valley turnpike, over
which we were now speeding, was formerly a well-built macadamized road,
laid in crushed limestone, and until the advent of the war had been
kept in excellent condition. Even then, though worn for three years
past by the tread of contending armies with all the paraphernalia of
war as they swept up and down the valley, it was a fairly good road;
but the army supply-trains, ammunition-wagons, and artillery had worn
it into deep ruts in places, and everywhere the dust lay thick and
heavy on its surface, and powdered the trees and bushes that fringed
its sides, so that our galloping column sent a gray cloud swirling
behind us. It was a golden sunny day that had succeeded a densely foggy
October morning. The turnpike stretched away, a white, dusty line,
over hill and through dale, bordered by fenceless fields, and past
farm-houses and empty barns and straggling orchards. Now and then it
ran through a woody copse, with here and there a tiny stream of water
crossing it, or meandering by its side, so clear and limpid that it
seemed to invite us to pause and slake our thirst as we sped along our
dusty way. On either side we saw, through the Indian-summer haze, the
distant hills covered with woods and fairly ablaze with foliage; and
over all was the deep blue of a cloudless southern sky, making it a day
on which one’s blood ran riot and he was glad of health and life.
Within a mile we met more supply-trains that had turned back, and the
General stopped long enough to order the officer in charge to halt,
park his trains just where he was, and await further instructions.
Then on we dashed again, only to meet, within a few moments, more
supply-trains hurrying to the rear. The General did not stop, but
signalling the officer in charge to join him, gave him instructions on
the gallop to park his train at once, and use his escort to arrest and
stop all stragglers coming from the army, and to send back to the front
all well men who might drift to him, under guard if necessary.
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