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
But as they went on, Dick's melancholy fell from him, and he had only
pleasant recollections of the meeting. Besides, the continued movement
and freedom were inspiriting in the highest degree to youth. Although
it was August the day was cool, and the blue sky of Virginia was never
brighter. A refreshing breeze blew from dim, blue mountains that they
could see far ahead, and, as they entered a wide stretch of open
country where ambush was impossible, the trumpets called in the
flankers.
"We shall make the lower mountains about midnight, and we'd better camp
then until dawn. Don't you think so, gentlemen?" asked Colonel
Hertford of his associate colonels, Winchester and Bedford.
"The plan seems sound to me," replied Bedford, the Pennsylvanian. "Of
course, we want to reach Sheridan as soon as possible, but if we push
the horses too hard we'll break them down."
Dick had dropped back with Warner and Pennington, but he heard the
colonels talking.
"We all saw General Sheridan at the great battles in the West," he
said. "I particularly remember how he planted himself and the batteries
at Perryville and saved us from defeat, but he seems to be looming up
so much more now in the East."
"He's become the Stuart of our side," said Warner. "I've heard some of
the people at Washington don't believe in him, but he has General
Grant's confidence and that's enough for me. Not that I put military
authority over civil rule, but war has to be fought by soldiers. I
look for lively times in the Valley of Virginia."
"Anyway, the Lord has delivered me from the trenches at Petersburg,"
said Pennington. "Think of me, used to roaming over a thousand miles
of plains, shut up between mud walls only four or five feet apart."
"I believe that, with Sheridan, you're going to have all the roaming
you want," said Dick.
They passed silent farm houses, but took nothing from them. Ample
provision was carried on extra horses or their own, and the three
colonels were anxious not to inflame the country by useless seizures.
Twilight came, and the low mountains sank away in the dusk. But they
had already reached a higher region where nearly all the hills were
covered with forest, and Colonel Hertford once more spread out the
flankers, Dick and the sergeant, as before, taking the right with their
little troop.
The night was fortunately clear, almost as light as day, with a
burnished moon and brilliant stars, and they did not greatly fear
ambush. Dick shrewdly reckoned that Early would need all his men in
the valley, and, after the first day at sharpshooting, they would
withdraw to meet greater demands.
Nevertheless he took a rather wide circuit and came into a lonely
portion of the hills, where the forest was unbroken, save for the
narrow path on which they rode. The sergeant dismounted once and
examined the ground.
"Nothing has passed here," he said, "and the woods and thickets are so
dense that men can't ride through 'em."
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