For a little while he was sunk in deep depression. Then
invincible youth conquered anew, and hope sprang up again. The night
was at the darkest, but dawn was not far away. Fugitive gusts of wind
drenched him once more, but he did not mind it, nor did he pay any
attention to the occasional growl of a distant gun. He was strong in the
belief that Meade would not pursue--at least not yet. A general who had
just lost nearly one-third of his own army was not in much condition to
follow his enemy.
He urged his horse to increased speed, and pressed on toward the head of
the column. The rain ceased and cool puffs of wind came out of the east.
Then the blackness there turned to gray, which soon deepened into silver.
Through the silver veil shot a bolt of red fire, and the sun came over
the hills.
Although the green world had been touched with brown by the hot sun of
July it looked fresh and beautiful to Harry. The brown in the morning
sunlight was a rosy red, and the winds of dawn were charged with life.
His horse, too, felt the change and it was easy now to force him into a
gallop toward a fire on a low hill, which Harry felt sure had been built
to cook breakfast for their great commander.
As he approached he saw Lee and his generals standing before the blaze,
some eating, and others drinking.
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