ig

so are we, chasing them up. I don't see that we are

ellan repeats his Yorktown tactics. Perhaps, by the time

nd a place a month to have the rebs move out just as they were gettin

e they were still fortifying their position, a tremor ran through the line. "The Confederates are upon us!" was the cry, and as they tossed

height that bridges were carried away in its mad rush. General McClellan had thrown the left w

, where he halted, for the purpose of striking the detached wing of the Union forces. The rise

, and although they rallied several times, it was in vain. The rebels, made a detour, a

flanking force between General Casey and the river whose banks had rise

ns. One bridge alone remained with which to cross the river, and its approaches were under water. Some of its supports were gone, and as the soldiers stepped

ack, and was victorious. The slaughter was fearful. In this battle 1

was feared by the Confederates that his wound was mortal, but after some months of suffering and enforc

d in them. Many were left where the last shot had struck them down, and earth was heaped upon them. The ground was lit

packed so close that he could scarcely avoid stepping on them. To distinguish them was a hard task, for the wounded lay there so quiet and motionless, fast in that silent

ig

him; officers who had cheered their commands on to victory, privates who had fought fearlessly-all lay there, while horses had fallen dead across their riders

nd boy, nigh onto seventy years, and I never thought, when I played in thes

head, and looked

ng of the Lord' these many years, but I never thought He

boy asked, breathlessly.

only blot upon the fair name of America will be wiped out. The North and South will become brothers again, and go han

blacks being set free?" For the Proclamation of Emancipation had not yet been given

herner?" he ask

tinge of pride in his tones. "Ho

ildish and silly. But I love my count

ay?" queried Ralph, puzzled at th

I have lost all I ever loved, and they pity me now. I know I shall live to see my prayer answered-that we may become a free and u

h, he passed out of the door

a praying mother, and his boyish days were spent in the Sabbath school. Like all in the springtime of life, death seemed afar off, something that would not approa

is courage forsook him; memory went swiftly back to many a childish piece of wrong-doing, which, under the fear of death, he magnified into black and unpardonable s

ad read to him so often, came to his remembrance, and one verse was as music to him,-"The Lord is on

ig