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Who Goes There?

Who Goes There?

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Chapter 1 THE ADVANCE

Word Count: 1285    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

rebellious, arm 'gain

amp and marched toward the

ying "Carry me bac

le could be understood by men in the ranks. Nothing w

rprised would b

l back would b

t our faces as we marched toward the west. Up hill and down hill,

were detailed to fill canteens.

llis was a big, red-haired serg

louds of dust risin

ivision,"

s on ou

g," say

o you

e left," s

ed war a little; he ha

saluting, spoke to a captain, who at once reported to the colone

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... HO

AD!

... HO

i-ght ...

u-u-d ...

ef ...

eared in the bus

eturned; the regim

s pointed to the left. I could see

skirmishers,

els out

t to be ready for

ant, the sun directly in our faces. This little peaked infantry cap is a damnable outrage. The straps across my shoulders seemed to cut my flesh. Great drops rolled down my face. My canteen was soon dry. The men were no longer erect as on dress parade.

; a new deta

ranks. I was too tired to sleep. Where we were I knew not, and I know not--somewhere in Fairfax County, Virginia. Willis, who was near me, lying on his blanket, his cartridge-box for a pillow, said that we were the left of McDowell's arm

we were aroused

e in the woods, and within a hundred yards of a feeble rivulet which, ran from west to east almost parallel with our skirmish-line; nothing could be seen in fro

rgia and the Carolinas. The tree caused me to think of my many sojourns in the So

said he, drop

what?"

you hear it?

rthwest, a low rumble. All the men were on their feet

ct that he knew something of the nature of the advance begun on the 16th, the public was informed that Heintzelman's division would swing far to the left until the rear of Beauregard's right flank was reached; at the same time Miles and Hunt

d a little when he saw his own view seconded, although, he

ourt-House," said he; "but the firing we heard awhile ago m

ohnson, of our company--had, been on post for two mortal hours, and was more concerned about the relief in his rear than about the enemy that might not be in his front. The sergeant halted within a few paces of the vedette, while I received instructions. I was

alling. A few faint stars began to shine. A thousand insects were cheeping; a thousand frogs in disjointed concert welcomed the twilight. A gentle

he tree, and peere

ought it would be but natural to be nervous, and I found myself surprised when I decided that I was no

houghts were full of wars and battles. My present duty made me think, of Indians. I wondered whether the

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