Joseph A Altsheler – Civil War 05 – Star Of Gettysburg. Chapter 5, 6
CHAPTER V. FREDERICKSBURG
Before night the Union army had three bridges across the Rappahannock, and before morning it had six. The regiment that had crossed held the right bank of the river, that is, the side of the South, and the boats moved freely back and forth in the stream.
Yet the main army itself did not yet begin the crossing. Harry slept a few hours before and after midnight, lying in the lee of a little ridge and wrapped in a pair of heavy blankets, but as he wakened from time to time he heard little from the river. There were no sounds to indicate that great streams of armed men with their cannon were pouring over the bridges. After the tremendous cannonade of the afternoon the night seemed very quiet and peaceful.
Fires were burning here and there, but they were not many. The Confederate generals did not care to furnish beacons for the enemy. When Harry stood up he could catch glimpses of the river, the color of steel again, but the farther bank, where the great army of the foe yet lay, was buried in darkness. He wondered why Burnside was not using every hour of the night for crossing, but he remembered how the same general had delayed so long at Antietam that Lee and Jackson were able to save themselves.
He became conscious that it was growing much colder again. The zero weather of a few days since was returning. Every light puff of wind was like the stab of an icicle. He was glad that he had a pair of blankets and that they were heavy ones, too. But he did not ask anything more. It was remarkable how fast the youth of both North and South became inured to every form of privation. They lived almost like the primitive man, and many thrived on it.
When he last awoke, about four o’clock in the morning, he did not lie down to sleep again; he walked to the edge of the slope and stared once more toward the river and the Union camp. He found Dalton already there, closely examining the river and the shores with his glasses.
“What do you see, George?” Harry asked.
“Not much; they’ve got all the bridges now they need, but they’re not using them. Why, Harry, the battle’s won already. Lee and Jackson don’t merely fight. Plenty of generals are good fighters, but our leaders measure and weigh the generals who are coming against them, look right inside of them, and read their minds better than those generals can read them themselves.”
“I believe you’re right, George. And since Burnside is not crossing to-night, he can’t attack in the morning.”
“Of course not. Lee and Jackson knew all the time that he’d waste a day. They knew it by the way he delayed at Antietam, and they’ve been reading his mind all the time he’s been sitting here on the banks of the Rappahannock. They knew just where he’d attack, just when, too, and they’ll have everything ready at the right point and at the right time.”
“Of course they will.”
They were but boys, and the great tactics and brilliant victories of Lee and Jackson had overwhelmed the imaginations of both. In their minds all things seemed possible to their leaders, and they had not the least fear about the coming battle.
They walked back toward their general’s tent and saw him sitting on a log outside. The night was not so dark as the one before. A fair moon and clusters of modest stars furnished some light. The general was gazing toward Stafford Heights, tapping his bootleg at times with a little switch. But he turned his gaze upon the two boys as they came forward and saluted respectfully.
“Well, lads,” he said in a voice of uncommon gentleness, “what have you seen?”
“Nothing, sir, but the river and the dark shore beyond,” replied Dalton.
“But the enemy will cross to-morrow, and they say they will annihilate us.”
“I think, sir, that they will recross the Rappahannock as fast as they will cross it.”