. The blue coats and how they lived, fought and died for the Union : with scenes and incidents in the Great Rebellion comprising narratives of personal adventure, thrilling incidents, daring exploits, heroic deeds, wonderful escapes, life in the camp, field and hospital, adventures of spies and scouts, together with the songs, ballads, anecdotes and humorous incidents of the war . hort milesin the distance, raged till long after the whippoorwill hadcommenced his plaintive song. Late at night, couriers, hotfrom the field, dashed in with glad tidings. Sumner hadbeaten the enemy at every point, u
. The blue coats and how they lived, fought and died for the Union : with scenes and incidents in the Great Rebellion comprising narratives of personal adventure, thrilling incidents, daring exploits, heroic deeds, wonderful escapes, life in the camp, field and hospital, adventures of spies and scouts, together with the songs, ballads, anecdotes and humorous incidents of the war . hort milesin the distance, raged till long after the whippoorwill hadcommenced his plaintive song. Late at night, couriers, hotfrom the field, dashed in with glad tidings. Sumner hadbeaten the enemy at every point, until they were glad tocease attack. The warrior was advised by Gen. McClellan toretire quietly to our main body; but the old man, game as aking-eagle, begged to be permitted to drive the rebels a general to me: Old Bull Sumner didnt want toquit. The game old fellow had to be choked off. That battle in the forests was a contest of desperation. Ahaughty and revengeful foe, confident in victory and num-bers, pressed us to the wall, and that spirit of resistancewhich should inflame every army of the north against thosewho war upon constitutional liberty, met them hand to hand,steel to steel, and drove them to their dens. It was a Sundaybattle. That night there was another strange meteorological phe-nomenon. I suppose it was about midnight. The lights at PUBLICLIBRARM. THE RETREAT TO THE JAMES RIVER. 67 headquarters were still blazing. The commander was yetworking with unyielding devotion ; aids were still riding fast,but all else was silent. I had just fallen into slumber—thefirst during two weary nights—when I was startled by whatwe all thought was the terrific uproar of battle. Again andagain it thundered, and rolled sublimely away off on theborders of Chickahominy. For some moments we feared theenemy had crossed the river behind our rear-guard and wasdestroying our right wing in the darkness. Many who sus-pected they might be victims of a delusion—most natural in
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