. Civil War stories . oon. Then there was a halt for theday, always, of course, near a stream; water wasbrought and the cooking began, and the pine-trees were cut, not only for fire, but for shelterand beds, for there were no tents taken with thearmy; everybody went into bivouac. At nightthe great fires blazed high for miles, and threw ared light over the landscape long after the blue-coated soldiers had sunk to slumber on theircouches of leaves. The fences along the road were destroyed forfire-wood, and all the rails of the railroads weretaken up. Huge piles of the iron were laidacross the fi
. Civil War stories . oon. Then there was a halt for theday, always, of course, near a stream; water wasbrought and the cooking began, and the pine-trees were cut, not only for fire, but for shelterand beds, for there were no tents taken with thearmy; everybody went into bivouac. At nightthe great fires blazed high for miles, and threw ared light over the landscape long after the blue-coated soldiers had sunk to slumber on theircouches of leaves. The fences along the road were destroyed forfire-wood, and all the rails of the railroads weretaken up. Huge piles of the iron were laidacross the fires till the metal was softened, andthen the soldiers took it to the neighboring trees,and twisted it, red and hissing, around the juicysaplings, so that it might not be used to repair theroad after the army had passed; for the destruc-tion of the railroads was one of the principal ob-jects of the campaign. All bridges were burnedas soon as crossed, and the country was left asimpassable as possible for an enemy. Mr 1L. ?:I
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