. The photographic history of the Civil War : in ten volumes . CAMP IN THE TENNESSEE MOUNTAINS, 180:! The soldiers leaning on their sabers by the mountain path would have smiled in grim amusement at the suggestion that a life liketheirs in the merry greenwood must be as care-free, picturesque, and delightful as the career of Robin Hood, according to oldEnglish ballads. These raiders of could have drawn sharp contrasts between the beauty of the scene in this photograph—thebright sunshine dappling the trees, the mountain wind murmuring through the leaves, the horse with his box of fodder,
. The photographic history of the Civil War : in ten volumes . CAMP IN THE TENNESSEE MOUNTAINS, 180:! The soldiers leaning on their sabers by the mountain path would have smiled in grim amusement at the suggestion that a life liketheirs in the merry greenwood must be as care-free, picturesque, and delightful as the career of Robin Hood, according to oldEnglish ballads. These raiders of could have drawn sharp contrasts between the beauty of the scene in this photograph—thebright sunshine dappling the trees, the mountain wind murmuring through the leaves, the horse with his box of fodder, the troopersat ease in the shade ami the hardships that became every-day matters with the cavalry commands whose paths led them up anddown the arduous western frontier. On such a pleasant summer day the Civil War photographer was able to make an &fe* itfiL- • A PLEASANT INTERLUDE EOR THE WESTERN CAVALRYMAN But the cavalrymans duty called at all hours and at all seasons; and the photographer could not portray the dreary night rides overrocks made slippery with rain, through forests hanging like a damp pall over the troopers rocking with sleep in their saddles, everymoment likely to be awakened by the bark of the enemys carbines. It is undoubtedly true that there is something more dashingabout the lot of a cavalryman, but on account of his greater mobility he was ordered over more territory and ran more frequent ifnot greater risks than the infantryman. But this was the sort of day the cavalryman laughed and sang. Though the storm-clouds andwar-clouds, the cloud of death itself, lay waiting, the troopers popular song ran: If you want to have a good time, jine the cavalry. MORGANS CHRISTMAS RAID, 1862-63
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