A tremor passed through the North when it was learned that Grant intended to plunge into the winter forest, cross the Cumberland, and lay siege to Donelson.  He was going beyond the plans of his superior, Halleck, at St. Louis.  He was too daring, he would lose his army, away down there in the Confederacy.  But others remembered his successes, particularly at Belmont and Fort Henry.  They said that nothing could be won in war without risk, and they spoke of his daring and decision.  They recalled, too, that he was master upon the waters, that there was no Southern fleet to face his, as it sailed up the Southern rivers.  The telegraph was already announcing that the gunboats, which had been handled with such skill and courage, would be in the Cumberland ready to co-operate with Grant when he should move on Donelson.

Buell was moving also to form another link in the steel chain that was intended to bind the Confederacy in the west.  Here again the mastery of the rivers was of supreme value to the North.  Buell embarked his army on boats on Green River in the very heart of Kentucky, descended that river to the Ohio, passing down the latter to Smithland, where the Cumberland, coming up from the south, entered it, and met another convoy destined for the huge invasion.

But the first convoy had come, also by boat, from another direction, and from points far distant.  There were fresh regiments of farmers and pioneers from Iowa, Nebraska, and Minnesota.  They were all eager, full of enthusiasm, anxious to be led against the enemy, and confident of triumph.

Grant and his army, meanwhile, lying in the bleak forest beside the Tennessee, knew little of what was being said of them in the great world without.  All their thoughts were of Donelson, across there on the other river, and the men asked to be led against it.  Inured to the hardships of border life, there was little sickness among them, despite the winter and the overflow of the flooded streams.  They gathered the dead wood that littered the forest, built numerous fires, and waited as patiently as they could for the word to march.

The Pennsylvanians were still camped with the Kentucky regiment to which Dick now belonged, and the fifth evening after the capture of Henry he and his friends sat by one of the big fires.

“We’ll advance either tomorrow or the next day,” said Warner.  “The chances are at least ninety per cent in favor of my statement.  What do you say, sergeant?”

“I’d raise the ninety per cent to one hundred,” replied Whitley.  “We are all ready an’ as you’ve observed, gentlemen, General Grant is a man who acts.”

“The Johnnies evidently expect us,” said Pennington.  “Our scouts have seen their cavalry in the woods watching us, but only in the last day or two.  It’s strange that they didn’t begin it earlier.”

“They say that General Pillow, who commands them, isn’t of much force,” said Dick.