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
The long hot hours dragged and then came a messenger. It was Shepard who
had reported to headquarters and who afterwards came over to the shade
of a tree where Colonel Winchester and his little staff were gathered.
He was on the verge of exhaustion. He was black under the eyes and the
veins of his neck were distended. Dust covered him from head to foot.
He threw himself on the ground and drank deeply from a canteen of cool
water that Dick handed to him. All saw that Shepard, the spy, the man
whose life was a continual danger, who had never before shown emotion,
was in a state of excitement, and if they waited a little he would speak
of his own accord.
Shepard took the canteen from his lips, drew several long deep breaths
of relief and said:
“Do you know what I have seen?”
“I don't, but I infer from your manner, Shepard, that it must be of
great importance,” said Colonel Winchester.
“I've seen Stonewall Jackson at the head of half of Lee's army behind
us! Standing between us and Washington!”
“What! Impossible! How could he get there?”
“It's possible, because it's been done--I've seen the rebel army behind
us. In these civilian clothes of mine, I've been in their ranks, and
I've talked with their men. While they were amusing us here on the
Rappahannock with their cannon, Jackson with the best of the army
crossed the river higher up, passed through Thoroughfare Gap, marching
two or three days before a soul of ours knew it, and then struck our
great camp at Bristoe Station.”
“Shepard, you must be sunstruck!”
“My mind was never clearer. What I saw at close range General Pope
himself saw at long range. He and his staff and a detachment came near
enough to see the looting and burning of all our stores--I don't suppose
so many were ever gathered together before. But I was right there. You
ought to have seen the sight, Colonel, when those ragged rebels who
had been living on green corn burst into our camp. I've heard about the
Goths and Vandals coming down on Rome and it must have been something
like it. They ate as I never saw anybody eat before, and then throwing
away their rags they put on our new uniforms which were stored there in
thousands. At least half the rebel army must now be wearing the Union
blue. And the way they danced about and sang was enough to make a loyal
man's heart sick.”
“You told all this to General Pope?”
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