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

"A story of the civil war's eve"


We of the South did not realize the numbers, power and spirit of the
North. I know now the truth of what you told me, but, on the other hand,
you of the North do not realize the fire, courage and devotion of the
South."
"I understand it, but I'm afraid that not many of our people do so.
Suppose we call it quits once more. Let this be Montgomery over again.
You do not want to shoot me here any more than I wanted to shoot you
down there."
"I admit that also," said Harry.
"Then you are safe from me, if I'm safe from you."
"Agreed," said Harry, as he lowered the weapon.
"Good-bye," said Shepard.
"Good-bye."
But they did not offer to shake hands. Each turned his back on the
other, and, when Harry stopped in the bushes, he saw only the dim
outlines of Washington. At midnight he found a colored man who, for pay,
rowed him across the Potomac. At dawn he found his horse peacefully
grazing in the meadow, and at the next dawn he was once more within the
southern lines.

CHAPTER XV
BATTLE'S EVE

Harry found little change in the Southern army, except that more troops
had come up from Richmond. It still rested upon Bull Run. The country
here was old, having been cropped for many generations, the soil mostly
clay and cut in deep ruts.


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