The Sword of Antietam: A Story of the Nation's CrisisAltsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
History
The Sword of Antietam: A Story of the Nation's Crisis
Altsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Juvenile fiction
Not so far away was Washington, and so strongly was Harry's imagination
impressed that he believed he could have seen through powerful glasses
and from the crest of some tall hill that they passed, the dome of the
Capitol shining in the August sun. He wondered why there was no attack,
nor even any alarm. The cloud of dust that so many thousands of marching
men made could be seen for miles. He did not know that Sherburne and the
fastest of the rough riders were now far in front, seizing every Union
scout or sentinel, and enabling Jackson's army to march on its great
turning movement wholly unknown to any officer or soldier of the North.
Soon he would stand squarely between Pope and Washington.
Before noon, Stuart and his wild horsemen joined them and their spirits
surged yet higher. All through the afternoon the march continued, and
at night Jackson fell upon Pope's vast store of supplies, surprising and
routing the guard. Taking what he could use he set fire to the rest and
the vast conflagration filled the sky.
Night came with Jackson standing directly in the rear of Pope. The trap
had been shut down, and it was to be seen whether Pope was strong enough
to break from it.
CHAPTER V. THE SECOND MANASSAS
The sunbeams seemed fairly to dance over the dusty earth. The dust was
not only over the earth, but over everything, men, animals, wagons and
tents. Dick Mason who had struggled so hard through a storm but a few
nights ago now longed for another like it. Anything to get away from
this blinding blaze.
But he soon forgot heat and dust. He was conscious of a great quiver
and thrill running through the whole army. Something was happening.
Something had happened, but nobody knew what. Warner and Pennington felt
the same quiver and thrill, because they looked at him as if in inquiry.
Colonel Winchester showed it, too. He said nothing, but gazed uneasily
toward the Northern horizon. Dick found himself looking that way also.
Along the Rappahannock there was but little firing now, and he began to
forget the river which had loomed so large in the affairs of the armies.
Perhaps the importance of the Rappahannock had passed.
It was said that Pope himself with his staff had ridden away toward
Washington, but Dick did not know. Far off toward the capital he
saw dust clouds, but he concluded that they must be made by marching
reinforcements.
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