. Tom Strong, Lincoln's scout : a story of the United States in the times that tried men's souls. es of rotten tents, huts, and heaps of brushthat gave such shelter as they could to theragged, hungry, and undaunted legions of theConfederacy. I* was early in the breakfasts were cooking over a thousandfires. From the cook-tent at headquarters,there came an odor of bubbling coffee that madethe prisoners hunger the harder to bear. Thewhole camp was strangely silent. Then, in the distance, there was a storm ofcheering. It gained in sound and soldiers poured out of thei
. Tom Strong, Lincoln's scout : a story of the United States in the times that tried men's souls. es of rotten tents, huts, and heaps of brushthat gave such shelter as they could to theragged, hungry, and undaunted legions of theConfederacy. I* was early in the breakfasts were cooking over a thousandfires. From the cook-tent at headquarters,there came an odor of bubbling coffee that madethe prisoners hunger the harder to bear. Thewhole camp was strangely silent. Then, in the distance, there was a storm ofcheering. It gained in sound and soldiers poured out of their tents by thethousand. Those who had hats waved them;those who had not waved their arms; and everythroat joined in the famous rebel yell.,,Through the shouting thousands rode a half-dozen superbly mounted horsemen, at theirhead a gallant figure, with close-cropped whitebeard, whiskers, and mustache, seated upon asuperb iron-gray horse, sixteen hands high, thefamous Traveler. It was Robert E. Lee, the one hope of theConfederacy. Even his iron self-control almost Tom Strong, Lincolns Scout 201. 202 Tom Strong, Lincolns Scout broke, as he saw the passionate joy with whichhe was hailed by the survivors of the gallantgray army he had launched in vain against thebayonet-crowned hills of Gettysburg. A flushalmost as red as that of youth crept across hispale cheeks and a mist crept into his eyes. Hischarger bore him proudly up the grassy knollwhere the Union prisoners were huddled to-gether. As his glance swept over them, henoted with surprise the youthfulness of the boywho stood in the front line. Many a boy asyoung as Tom or even younger was in the ranksLee led. Many an old man bent under theweight of his gun in those ranks. The Confed-eracy, by this time almost bled white, was saidto have robbed the cradle and the grave tokeep its armies at fighting strength. The North,with many more millions of people, had not beendriven to do this. Tom was one of the fewboys in the armies of the
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