The Shades of the Wilderness eBook

Joseph Alexander Altsheler
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 332 pages of information about The Shades of the Wilderness.

The Shades of the Wilderness eBook

Joseph Alexander Altsheler
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 332 pages of information about The Shades of the Wilderness.

May and the full spring came.  It was the third day of the month, and the camp of the Army of Northern Virginia was as usual.  Many of the young soldiers played games among the trees.  Here and there they lay in groups on the new grass, singing their favorite songs.  The cooks were preparing their suppers over the big fires.  Several bands were playing.  Had it not been for the presence of so many weapons the whole might have been taken for one vast picnic, but Harry, who sat in the tent of the commander-in-chief, was writing as fast as he could dispatch after dispatch that the Southern leader was dictating to him.  He knew perfectly well, of course, that the commander-in-chief was gathering his forces and that they would move quickly for battle.  He knew, too, how inadequate was the equipment of the army.  Only a short time before he had taken from the dictation of his chief a letter to the President of the Confederacy a part of which ran: 

My anxiety on the subject of provisions for the army is so great that I cannot refrain from expressing it to your Excellency.  I cannot see how we can operate with our present supplies.  Any derangement in their arrival or disaster to the railroad would render it impossible for me to keep the army together and might force a retreat into North Carolina.  There is nothing to be had in this section for men or animals.  We have rations for the troops to-day and to-morrow.  I hope a new supply arrived last night, but I have not yet had a report.

Harry had thought long over this letter and he knew from his own observation its absolute truth.  The depleted South was no longer able to feed its troops well.  The abundance of the preceding autumn had quickly passed, and in winter they were mostly on half rations.

Lee, better than any other man in the whole South, had understood what lay before them, and his foes both of the battlefield and of the spirit have long since done him justice.  Less than a week before this eve of mighty events he had written to a young woman in Virginia, a relative: 

I dislike to send letters within reach of the enemy, as they might serve, if captured, to bring distress on others.  But you must sometimes cast your thoughts on the Army of Northern Virginia, and never forget it in your prayers.  It is preparing for a great struggle, but I pray and trust that the great God, mighty to deliver, will spread over it His Almighty arms and drive its enemies before it.

Harry had seen this letter before its sending, and he was not surprised now when Lee was sending messengers to all parts of his army.  With all the hero-worshiping quality of youth he was once more deeply grateful that he should have served on the staffs and been brought into close personal relations with two men, Stonewall Jackson and Lee, who seemed to him so great.  As he saw it, it was not alone military greatness but greatness of the soul, which was greater.  Both were deeply religious—­ Lee, the Episcopalian, and Jackson, the Presbyterian, and it was a piety that contained no trace of cant.

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