The Tree of AppomattoxAltsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
History
The Tree of Appomattox
Altsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Juvenile fiction
That night Colonel Hertford of the cavalry came to their camp and
talked with Colonel Winchester in the presence of Dick and his comrades
of the staff. The disastrous failure of the morning, so the cavalryman
said, had convinced all the generals that Lee's trenches could not be
forced, and the commander-in-chief was turning his eye elsewhere.
While the deadlock before Petersburg lasted he would push the
operations in some other field. He was watching especially the Valley
of Virginia, where Early, after his daring raid upon the outskirts of
Washington, was being pursued by Sheridan, though not hard enough in
the opinion of General Grant.
"It's almost decided that help will be sent to Sheridan," said
Hertford, "and in that event my regiment is sure to go. Yours has
served as a mounted regiment, and I think I have influence enough to
see that it is sent again as cavalry, if you wish."
Colonel Winchester accepted the offer gladly, and his young officers,
in all eagerness, seconded him. They were tiring of inactivity, and of
the cramped and painful life in the trenches. To be on horseback
again, riding over hills and across valleys, seemed almost Heaven to
them, and, as Colonel Hertford walked away, earnest injunctions to use
his influence to the utmost followed him.
"It will take the sight of the crater from my mind," said Warner.
"That's one reason why I want to go."
Dick, searching his own mind, concluded it was the chief reason with
him, although he, too, was eager enough for a more spacious life than
that of the trench.
"I'm going to wish so hard for it," said Pennington, "that it'll come
true."
Whether Pennington's wish had any effect or not, they departed two days
later, three mounted regiments under the general command of Hertford,
his right as a veteran cavalry leader. All regiments, despite new men,
had been reduced greatly by the years of fighting, and the three
combined did not number more than fifteen hundred horse. But there was
not one among them from the oldest to the youngest who did not feel
elation as they rode away on the great curve that would take them into
the Valley of Virginia.
"It's glorious to be on a horse again, with the world before you," said
Pennington. "I was born horseback, so to speak, and I never had to do
any walking until I came to this war. The great plains and the free
winds that blow all around the earth for me."
"But you don't have rivers and hills and forests like ours," said Dick.
"I know it, but I don't miss them. I suppose it's what you're used to
that you like. I like a horizon that doesn't touch the ground anywhere
within fifteen or eighteen miles of me. And think of seeing a buffalo
herd, as I have, that's all day passing you, a million of 'em, maybe!"
"And think of being scalped by the Sioux or Cheyennes, as your people
out there often are," said Warner.
Pennington took off his cap and disclosed an uncommonly thick head of
hair.
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