The Last Three SoldiersShelton, W. H. (William Henry)
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The Last Three Soldiers
Shelton, W. H. (William Henry)
North Carolina -- Fiction; Soldiers -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
The tract of ground on the mountain was a half-hundred acres in extent,
with an abundance of wood and water, protected on the borders by trees
and bushes, and accessible only by the wooden ladder by which they
themselves had come up the ledge. Their camp was in the center of the
tract, where the smoke of their fires would never be seen from the
valleys. Overhanging the boulder face of the mountain, just back of
the ridge they had used for a signal-station, was a clump of black
oaks, through which something like an old trail led down to a narrow
tongue of land caught on a shelf of granite, which was dark with a tall
growth of pines, and the earth beneath was covered with a thick, gray
carpet of needles, clean and springy to the feet. Along the southern
cliff, and to the west of the spring which welled out from under the
rock, was a curtain of dogwoods and birches, and elsewhere the timber
was chestnut. At some points the trees of the latter variety were old
and gnarled, and clung to the rocks by fantastic twisted roots like the
claws of great birds, and at others they grew in thrifty young groves,
three and four lusty trunks springing from the sides of a decayed stump.
They were certainly in the heart of the Confederacy, but the plateau
was theirs by the right of possession, and over this, come what might,
they were determined that the old flag with its thirty-five stars
should continue to float. They at least would stubbornly refuse to
acknowledge that there had been any change in the number of States.
Owing to the danger of being seen, they agreed together that no one
should go down the ladder during the day. They were satisfied that
they had not been seen since they had occupied the mountain. They had
no reason to believe that any human being had crossed the bridge since
the night the captain and his troopers had ridden away into the
darkness; but still the bridge remained, the only menace to their
safety, and, with the military instinct of a small army retreating in
an enemy's country, they determined to destroy that means of reaching
them.
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