. Picturesque on the B. & O. . s the shadowypast to what appeals almost a vividpresent. Men there are, and manyof them yet in the full and richdevelopment of perfect manhood, who, with no thought ofgray hairs or bending shoulders, talk of the days when thePotomac was verily a river of life, as iftwere but yesterdaythat their young legs measured the miles of its bayonet-bristling shore, and their keen, bright eyes watched everyhush, every tree, for the flash which would tell of a presence,none the more welcome, even if expected. And there aremen upon whose once bronzed faces age has left its in
. Picturesque on the B. & O. . s the shadowypast to what appeals almost a vividpresent. Men there are, and manyof them yet in the full and richdevelopment of perfect manhood, who, with no thought ofgray hairs or bending shoulders, talk of the days when thePotomac was verily a river of life, as iftwere but yesterdaythat their young legs measured the miles of its bayonet-bristling shore, and their keen, bright eyes watched everyhush, every tree, for the flash which would tell of a presence,none the more welcome, even if expected. And there aremen upon whose once bronzed faces age has left its indeli-ble marks, and whose steps have lost their elasticity, butw hi >se memories have dimmed not; and their children and chil-drens children know the Potomac as if the realization of whatit once was came to them by actual experience rather thanthrough the tales of veterans. I low then, to the soldier,now the citizen in the prime of life, the old man with memorybrightened by living oer again the past in the stirring rem- »7.
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