's bosom, until some accident gives it a terrible arousing.

Now the slaying fever burned in every soul. They were marching with
long, quick strides, but well-closed ranks, elbow touching elbow, and
every movement made with the even more than the accuracy of a parade.
Harry felt himself swept forward by a current as resistless as that
which sets over Niagara.

They came around the little hill, and saw a bank of smoke indicating
where the line of battle was.

"Let's finish the canteen now," said Kent. "It may get bored by a bullet
and all run out, and you know I hate to waste."

"I suppose we might as well drink it," assented Abe--the first time in
the history of the regiment, that he agreed with anybody. "We mayn't be
able to do it in ten minutes, and it would be too bad to 've lugged that
all the way here, just for some one else to drink."

An Aide, powder-grimed, but radiant with joy, dashed up. "Colonel," he
said, "you had better go into line over in that vacant space there, and
wait for orders; but I don't think you will have anything to do, for
the General believes that the victory is on, and the Rebels are in full
retreat."

As he spoke, a mighty cheer rolled around the line of battle, and a band
stationed upon a rock which formed the highest part of the mountain,
burst forth with the grand strains of "Star-spangled Banner."

The artillery continued to hurl screaming shot and shell down into the
narrow gorge, through which the defeated Rebels were flying with mad
haste.

Chapter X. The Mountaineer's Revenge.

And if we do but watch the hour,
There never yet was human power
Which could evade, if unforgiven,
The patient search and vigil long
Of him who treasures up a wrong.
--Byron.

Harry Glen's first feeling when he found the battle was really over, was
that of elation that the crisis to which he had looked forward with so
much apprehension, had passed without his receiving any bodily harm.
This was soon replaced by regret that the long-coveted opportunity
had been suffered to pass unimproved, and still another strong
sentiment--that keen sense of disappointment which comes when we have
braced ourselves up to encounter an emergency, and it vanishes. There is
the feeling of waste of valuable accumulated energy, which is as painful
as that of energy misapplied.

Still farther, he felt sadly that the day of his vindication had been