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THE ROCK OF CHICKAMAUGA
THE ROCK OF CHICKAMAUGA
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CONTENTS
I. AT BELLEVUE
II. FORREST
III. GRANT MOVES
IV. DICK'S MISSION
V. HUNTED
VI. A BOLD ATTACK
VII. THE LITTLE CAPITAL
VIII. CHAMPION HILL
IX. THE OPEN DOOR
X. THE GREAT ASSAULT
XI. THE TAKING OF VICKSBURG
XII. AN AFFAIR OF THE MOUNTAINS
XIII. THE RIVER OF DEATH
XIV. THE ROCK OF CHICKAMAUGA
XV. BESIDE THE BROOK
THE ROCK OF CHICKAMAUGA
CHAPTER I. AT BELLEVUE
"You have the keenest eyes in the troop. Can you see anything ahead?"
asked Colonel Winchester.
"Nothing living, sir," replied Dick Mason, as he swept his powerful
glasses in a half-curve. "There are hills on the right and in the
center, covered with thick, green forest, and on the left, where the
land lies low, the forest is thick and green too, although I think I
catch a flash of water in it."
"That should be the little river of which our map tells. And you,
Warner, what do your eyes tell you?"
"The same tale they tell to Dick, sir. It looks to me like a
wilderness."
"And so it is. It's a low-lying region of vast forests and thickets,
of slow deep rivers and creeks, and of lagoons and bayous. If Northern
troops want to be ambushed they couldn't come to a finer place for it.
Forrest and five thousand of his wild riders might hide within rifle
shot of us in this endless mass of vegetation. And so, my lads, it
behooves us to be cautious with a very great caution. You will recall
how we got cut up by Forrest in the Shiloh time."
"I do, sir," said Dick and he shuddered as he recalled those terrible
moments. "This is Mississippi, isn't it?"
Colonel Winchester took a small map from his pocket, and, unfolding it,
examined it with minute care.
I. AT BELLEVUE
II. FORREST
III. GRANT MOVES
IV. DICK'S MISSION
V. HUNTED
VI. A BOLD ATTACK
VII. THE LITTLE CAPITAL
VIII. CHAMPION HILL
IX. THE OPEN DOOR
X. THE GREAT ASSAULT
XI. THE TAKING OF VICKSBURG
XII. AN AFFAIR OF THE MOUNTAINS
XIII. THE RIVER OF DEATH
XIV. THE ROCK OF CHICKAMAUGA
XV. BESIDE THE BROOK
THE ROCK OF CHICKAMAUGA
CHAPTER I. AT BELLEVUE
"You have the keenest eyes in the troop. Can you see anything ahead?"
asked Colonel Winchester.
"Nothing living, sir," replied Dick Mason, as he swept his powerful
glasses in a half-curve. "There are hills on the right and in the
center, covered with thick, green forest, and on the left, where the
land lies low, the forest is thick and green too, although I think I
catch a flash of water in it."
"That should be the little river of which our map tells. And you,
Warner, what do your eyes tell you?"
"The same tale they tell to Dick, sir. It looks to me like a
wilderness."
"And so it is. It's a low-lying region of vast forests and thickets,
of slow deep rivers and creeks, and of lagoons and bayous. If Northern
troops want to be ambushed they couldn't come to a finer place for it.
Forrest and five thousand of his wild riders might hide within rifle
shot of us in this endless mass of vegetation. And so, my lads, it
behooves us to be cautious with a very great caution. You will recall
how we got cut up by Forrest in the Shiloh time."
"I do, sir," said Dick and he shuddered as he recalled those terrible
moments. "This is Mississippi, isn't it?"
Colonel Winchester took a small map from his pocket, and, unfolding it,
examined it with minute care.
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