REE OAKS
IV. GREENWOOD
V. THUNDER RUN
VI. BY ASHBY'S GAP
VII. THE DOGS OF WAR
VIII. A CHRISTENING
IX. WINCHESTER
X. LIEUTENANT MCNEIL
XI. AS JOSEPH WAS A-WALKING
XII. "THE BATH AND ROMNEY TRIP"
XIII. FOOL TOM JACKSON
XIV. THE IRON-CLADS
XV. KERNSTOWN
XVI. RUDE'S HILL
XVII. CLEAVE AND JUDITH
XVIII. MCDOWELL
XIX. THE FLOWERING WOOD
XX. FRONT ROYAL
XXI. STEVEN DAGG
XXII. THE VALLEY PIKE
XXIII. MOTHER AND SON
XXIV. THE FOOT CAVALRY
XXV. ASHBY
XXVI. THE BRIDGE AT PORT REPUBLIC
XXVII. JUDITH AND STAFFORD
XXVIII. THE LONGEST WAY ROUND
XXIX. THE NINE-MILE ROAD
XXX. AT THE PRESIDENT'S
XXXI. THE FIRST OF THE SEVEN DAYS
XXXII. GAINES'S MILL
XXXIII. THE HEEL OF ACHILLES
XXXIV. THE RAILROAD GUN
XXXV. WHITE OAK SWAMP
XXXVI. MALVERN HILL
XXXVII. A WOMAN
XXXVIII. CEDAR RUN
XXXIX. THE FIELD OF MANASSAS
XL. A GUNNER OF PELHAM'S
XLI. THE TOLLGATE
XLII. SPECIAL ORDERS, NO. 191
XLIII. SHARPSBURG
XLIV. BY THE OPEQUON
XLV. THE LONE TREE HILL
XLVI. FREDERICKSBURG
XLVII. THE WILDERNESS
XLVIII. THE RIVER
ILLUSTRATIONS
STONEWALL JACKSON _Frontispiece_
THE LOVERS
THE BATTLE
THE VEDETTE
From drawings by N. C. Wyeth.
THE LONG ROLL
CHAPTER I
THE BOTETOURT RESOLUTIONS
On this wintry day, cold and sunny, the small town breathed hard in its
excitement. It might have climbed rapidly from a lower land, so
heightened now were its pulses, so light and rare the air it drank, so
raised its mood, so wide, so very wide the opening prospect. Old
red-brick houses, old box-planted gardens, old high, leafless trees, out
it looked from its place between the mountain ranges. Its point of view,
its position in space, had each its value--whether a lesser value or a
greater value than other points and positions only the Judge of all can
determine. The little town tried to see clearly and to act rightly. If,
in this time so troubled, so obscured by mounting clouds, so tossed by
winds of passion and of prejudice, it felt the proudest assurance that
it was doing both, at least that self-infatuation was shared all around
the compass.
The town was the county-seat. Red brick and white pillars, set on rising
ground and encircled by trees, the court house rose like a guidon,
planted there by English stock. Around it
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