The Shades of the Wilderness: A Story of Lee's Great StandAltsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
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The Shades of the Wilderness: A Story of Lee's Great Stand
Altsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Juvenile fiction
"They've been beaten off," said Harry.
"At least for the time," said Dalton, "but I've an idea they'll hang on
our front and may attack again in a day or so."
"How then are you and I to get through and tell General Lee that this
is the place to bridge the Potomac, if it's to be bridged at all?"
Dalton shook his head.
"I don't know," he replied, "and I won't think about it until Colonel
Sherburne gives his orders."
The sounds of battle died in the distant woods. The last shot, whether
from cannon or rifle, was fired, and the Southern troops returned to
their positions, which they began to fortify strongly. Sherburne
appeared presently, his uniform cut by bullets in two or three places,
but his body untouched. He drew Harry and Dalton aside, where their
words could not be heard by anybody else.
"You two," he said, "were to report to General Lee when I thought fit.
Well, the time has come; Harry, you go first, and, at a suitable
moment, George will follow. We have news of surpassing importance. We
took a number of prisoners in that battle and we were also lucky enough
to rescue several of our men who had been held as captives. We've
learned from them that General Meade, after making up his mind to
pursue, followed straight behind us for a while, but he has now turned
and gone southward in the direction of Frederick. He will cross South
Mountain, advance toward Sharpsburg, and attempt to smash us here, with
our backs to this swollen river. Why, some of the Federal leaders
consider the Army of Northern Virginia as good as destroyed already!"
He spoke with angry emphasis.
"But it isn't," said Harry.
"No, it isn't. Doubtless General Lee will learn from scouts of his own
of General Meade's flanking movement, but we mustn't take the chance.
Moreover, we must tell him that this is the place for our army to
cross. If the river runs down in two or three days we'll have a ford
here."
"I'm ready to go at any moment," said Harry. "Night helping me, I may
be able to ride through the lines of our enemies out there."
"No, Harry, you must not go that way. They're so vigilant that you
would not have any possible chance. Nor can you ride. You must leave
your horse behind."
"What way then must I go, sir?"
"By the river. We have gathered up a few small boats, used at the
crossing here. You can row, can't you?"
"Fairly well, sir."
"'Twill do, because you're not to stay in the boat long. I want you to
drop down the stream until you're well beyond the Federal lines. Then
leave the boat and strike out across the country for General Lee. You
know the way. You can buy or seize a horse, and you must not fail."
"I will not fail," said Harry confidently.
"You'll succeed if anybody will, and now you must be off. Your pistols
are loaded, Harry? You may have to use them."
They did not delay a minute, going down the shelving shore to the
Potomac, where a man held a small boat against the bank.
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