The Little Regiment: And Other Episodes of the American Civil War

Excerpt from the book: The fog made the clothes of the men of the column in the roadway seem of a luminous quality. It imparted to the heavy infantry overcoats a new colour a kind of blue which was so pale that a regiment might have been merely a long low shadow in the mist. However a muttering one part grumble three parts joke hovered in the air above the thick ranks and blended in an undertoned roar which was the voice of the column.The town on the southern shore of the little river loomed spectrally a faint etching upon the grey cloud-masses which were shifting with oily languor. A long row of guns upon the northern bank had been pitiless in their hatred but a little battered belfry could be dimly seen still pointing with invincible resolution toward the heavens.The enclouded air vibrated with noises made by hidden colossal things. The infantry tramplings the heavy rumbling of the artillery made the earth speak of gigantic preparation. Guns on distant heights thundered from time to time with sudden nervous roar as if unable to endure in silence a knowledge of hostile troops massing other guns going to position. These sounds near and remote defined an immense battle-ground described the tremendous width of the stage of the prospective drama. The voices of the guns slightly casual unexcited in their challenges and warnings could not destroy the unutterable eloquence of the word in the air a meaning of impending struggle which made the breath halt at the lips.