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Altsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander), 1862-1919

"A Story of the Great Western Campaign"


There was presently a deep boom from the river, and a shell fired by one
of the gunboats curved far over their heads and dropped into the forest,
where the Southern army was encamped. All through the night and at
short but regular intervals the gunboats maintained this warning fire,
heartening the Union soldiers, and telling them at every discharge that
however they might have to fight for the land, the water was always
theirs.
Dick saw Colonel Winchester going among his men, and pulling himself
together he saluted his chief.
"Any orders, sir?" he said.
"No, Dick, my boy, none for the present," replied the colonel, a little
sadly. "Half of my poor regiment is killed or wounded, and the rest
are so exhausted that they are barely able to move. But they fought
magnificently, Dick! They had to, or be crushed! It is only here that
we have withstood the rush of the Southern army, and it is probable that
we, too, would have gone had not night come to our help."
"Then we have been beaten?"
"Yes, Dick, we have been beaten, and beaten badly. It was the surprise
that did it. How on earth we could have let the Southern army creep
upon us and strike unaware I don't understand. But Dick, my boy,
there will be another battle tomorrow, and it may tell a different tale.
Some prisoners whom we have taken say that Johnston has been killed,
and Beauregard is no such leader as he."
"Will the army of General Buell reach us tonight?"
"Buell, himself, is here.


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