The horses for the officers were obtained at the suggestion of Sergeant Whitley, and the little column turned southward through the wintry forest.  Dick and Warner were riding strong mountain ponies, but at times, and in order to show that they considered themselves no better than the others, they dismounted and walked over the frozen ground.  The greatest tasks were with the wagons containing the ammunition and supplies.  The mountain roads were little more than trails, sometimes half blocked with ice or snow and then again deep in mud.  The winter was severe.  Storms of rain, hail, sleet and snow poured upon them, but, fortunately, they were marching through continuous forests, and the skilled mountaineers, under any circumstances, knew how to build fires, by the side of which they could dry themselves, and sleep warmly at night.

They also heard much gossip as they advanced to meet General Thomas, who had been sent from Louisville to command the Northern troops in the Kentucky mountains.  Thomas was a Virginian, a member of the old regular army, a valiant, able, and cautious man, who chose to abide by the Union.  Many other Virginians, some destined to be as famous as he, and a few more so, wondered why he had not gone with his seceding state, and criticised him much, but Thomas, chary of speech, hung to his belief, and proved it by action.

Dick learned, too, that the Southern force operating against Thomas, while actively led by Zollicoffer, was under the nominal command of one of his own Kentucky Crittendens.  Here he saw again how terribly his beloved state was divided, like other border states.  General Crittenden’s father was a member of the Federal Congress at Washington, and one of his brothers was a general also, but on the other side.  But he was to see such cases over and over again, and he was to see them to a still greater and a wholesale degree, when the First Maryland regiment of the North and the First Maryland regiment of the South, recruited from the same district, should meet face to face upon the terrible field of Antietam.

But Antietam was far in the future, and Dick’s mind turned from the cases of brother against brother to the problems of the icy wilderness through which they were moving, in a more or less uncertain manner.  Sometimes they were sent on false trails, but their loyal mountaineers brought them back again.  They also found volunteers, and Major Hertford’s little force swelled from three hundred to six hundred.  In the main, the mountaineers were sympathetic, partly through devotion to the Union, and partly through jealousy of the more prosperous lowlanders.

One day Major Hertford sent Dick, Warner, and Sergeant Whitley, ahead to scout.  He had recognized the ability of the two lads, and also their great friendship for Sergeant Whitley.  It seemed fitting to him that the three should be nearly always together, and he watched them with confidence, as they rode ahead on the icy mountain trail and then disappeared from sight.