A vast and beautiful panorama spread in a
semi-circle before him. The green of summer, the green that had been
stained so fearfully at Bull Run, was gone. The grass was now brown
from the great heats and the promise of autumn soon to come, but--from
the height at least--it was a soft and mellow brown, and the dust was
gone.
The hills rolled far away southward, and under the horizon's rim.
Narrow ribbons of silver here and there were the numerous brooks and
creeks that cut the country. Groves, still heavy and dark with foliage,
hung on the hills, or filled some valley, like green in a bowl. Now
and then, among clumps of trees, colonial houses with their pillared
porticoes appeared.
It was a rare and beautiful scene, appealing with great force to Dick.
There was nothing to tell of war save the Northern forces just beneath
them, and he would not look down. But he did look back, and saw the
broad band of the Potomac, and beyond it the white dome of the Capitol
and the roof of Washington. But his gaze turned again to the South,
where his absorbing interest lay, and once more he viewed the quiet
country, rolling away until it touched the horizon rim. The afternoon
was growing late, and great terraces of red and gold were heaping above
one another in the sky until they reached the zenith.
"Try the glasses for a moment, Dick," said Colonel Newcomb, as he passed
them to the boy.
Dick swept them across the South in a great semi-circle, and now new
objects rose upon the surface of the earth.
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