United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
“Hit sartinly is, an' the Lord-awfullest crowd o' men an' guns an'
hosses thet ever tromped down the grass o' this ere airth. Why,
hit jest dazed my eyes ter look at 'em. Come ter this other winder.
D' ye see thet furtherest line o' campfires, 'way on yander hill?
Well, them's Union. Ef ye could see far enuf ye'd see they're
'bout five miles long, an' they look purtier'n the stars in heaven.”
“But if they are so close the battle will begin immediately, will
it not?”
“Hit ain't likely ter be put off very long, but thar's no tellin'
what'll happen in war, or when.”
“When is my time to come?”
“Thet's what I've come furt ter tell ye. Ef we're agwine ter be of
sarvice ter the Guv'MENT, we must do hit to-night, fur most likely
the battle'll begin in the mornin'. Hit's not jest the way I
intended ter make use of ye, but hit can't be helped now. I hev
information thet must reach Gineral Rosencrans afore daybreak.
The vict'ry may depend on hit. Ter make sure all on us must start
with hit, fur gittin' through the lines is now mouty dangersome,
an' somebody--mebbe several--is bound to git cotcht, mebbe wuss.
The men I expected ter help me are all gone. I hain't nobody now
but ye an Aunt Debby. D'ye dar try an' make yer way through the
lines to-night?”
Rachel thought a minute upon the dreadful possibilities of the
venture, and then replied firmly:
“Yes I dare. I will try anything that the rest of you will attempt.”
“Good. I knowed ye'd talk thet-a-way. Now we must waste no time
in gittin' started, fur God on'y knows what diffikilties we'll
meet on the way, an' Rosencrans can't hev the information enny too
soon. Ev'ry minute hit's kep' away from him'll cost many vallerable
lives--mebbe help defeat the army.”
“Tell me quickly, then, what I must do, that I may lose no time in
undertaking it.”
“Well, heah's a plan of the position at sundown of the Rebels.
Hit's drawed out moughty roughly but hit'll show jest whar they
all are, an' about the number there is at each place. Hit begins
on the right, which is south of Stone River, with Breckenridge's
men; then across the river is Withers, an' Cheatham, an' Cleburne,
with McCown's division on the left, an' Wharton's cavalry on
the flank. But the thing o' most importance is thet all day long
they've been movin' men round ter ther left, ter fall on our right
an' crush hit. They're hid in the cedar thickets over thar, an'
they'll come out to-morrow mornin' like a million yellin' devils,
an' try ter sweep our right wing offen the face o' the arth. D'ye
understand what I've tole ye?”
“Yes. Breckenridge's division is on their right, and south of
Stone River. Withers, Cheatham, and Cleburne come next, on the
north of the river, with McCown's division and Wharton's cavalry
on the left, as shown in the sketch, and they are moving heavy
forces around to their left, with the evident intention of falling
overwhelmingly on our right early in the morning.”
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