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Gettysburg, the Pivotal Battle of the Civil War (1911)
Gettysburg, the Pivotal Battle of the Civil War (1911)
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IN the month of May and in the last year of the '' nineteenth century, an old man, dusty and travel-stained, changed cars at Hagerstown, Maryland, and rode northeastward over a spur of the Blue Ridge Range, called the South Mountain.
The old man wore a small bronze button in the lapel of his coat, and from that, with other personal characteristics, it was plain that he was an ex-Union soldier of the great American Civil War. He was wonderfully interested in observing the face of the country and his interest increased as the train crossed the State line into Pennsylvania. He seemed to be watching for some familiar landmark.
Shortly after crossing the State line the train turned eastward, and a few minutes later crossed a creek or run, beyond which, to the north side of the track, stood a bronze equestrian statue, with a long line of granite monuments extending to the northeast, while to the southward of the track the same line of monuments continued, apparently without limit. As the train passed through the line of monuments the old soldier watched them from the car windows with an eager eye, and carefully noted the lay of the land on either side, as if the hills and valleys were the familiar haunts of his boyhood.
The old man wore a small bronze button in the lapel of his coat, and from that, with other personal characteristics, it was plain that he was an ex-Union soldier of the great American Civil War. He was wonderfully interested in observing the face of the country and his interest increased as the train crossed the State line into Pennsylvania. He seemed to be watching for some familiar landmark.
Shortly after crossing the State line the train turned eastward, and a few minutes later crossed a creek or run, beyond which, to the north side of the track, stood a bronze equestrian statue, with a long line of granite monuments extending to the northeast, while to the southward of the track the same line of monuments continued, apparently without limit. As the train passed through the line of monuments the old soldier watched them from the car windows with an eager eye, and carefully noted the lay of the land on either side, as if the hills and valleys were the familiar haunts of his boyhood.
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