Many of the Union men had food in their saddle bags, and supplies were sent back for those who did not have it. Colonel Winchester who was now thoroughly cool, advised his officers to eat, even if they felt no hunger.
"I"m hungry enough," said Pennington to d.i.c.k. "Out on the plains, where the air is so fresh and so full of life I was always hungry, and I suppose I brought my appet.i.te here with me. d.i.c.k, I"ve opened a can of cove oysters, and that"s a great deal for a fellow on horseback to do. Here, take your share, and they"ll help out that dry bread you"re munching."
d.i.c.k accepted with thanks. He learned that he, too, could eat with a good appet.i.te while bullets were knocking up dust only twenty yards away. Meanwhile there was a steady flash of firing from every wood and cornfield behind them.
As he ate he watched and he saw an amazing panorama. Miles in front the great cloud of dust, cutting across from horizon to horizon swelled slowly on toward the Rappahannock. Behind them rode the Southern cavalry and ma.s.ses of infantry were pressing forward, too. Far off on either flank rolled the pleasant country, its beauty heightened by the loom of blue mountains.
Colonel Winchester had predicted truly. The fighting between the Northern rearguard, and the Southern vanguard never ceased. Every moment the bullets were whistling, and occasionally a cannon lent its deep roar to the crackling fire of the rifles. Daring detachments of the Southern cavalry often galloped up and charged lagging regiments. And they were driven off with equal courage and daring.
The three boys took especial notice of those cavalry bands and began to believe at last that they could identify the very men in them. d.i.c.k looked for his cousin, Harry Kenton. He was sure that he would be there in the front--but he did not see him. Instead he saw after a while an extraordinary figure on a large black horse, a large man in magnificent uniform, with a great plume in his hat. He was nearer to them than any other Southern horseman, and he seemed to be indifferent to danger.
"Look! look! There"s Jeb Stuart!" exclaimed d.i.c.k. He had heard so much about the famous Stuart and his gorgeous uniform that he knew him instinctively, and, Warner and Pennington, as their eyes followed his pointing finger felt the same conviction.
Three of the Northern riflemen fired at once at the conspicuous target, and d.i.c.k breathed a little sigh of relief when all their bullets missed.
Then the brilliant figure turned to one side and was lost in the smoke.
"Well," said Pennington. "We"ve seen Stonewall Jackson and Jeb Stuart both in battle against us. I wonder who will come next."
"Lee is due," said Warner, "but I doubt whether his men will let him expose himself in such a way. We"ll have to slip under cover to get a chance of seeing him."
The hours went on, and the fight between rear guard and vanguard never ceased. That column of dust miles long was at the same distance in front, continuing in its slow course for the river, but the foes in contact were having plenty of dust showers of their own. d.i.c.k"s throat and mouth burned with the dust and heat of the pitiless August day, and his bones ached with the tension and the long hours in the saddle. But his spirit was high. They were holding off the Southern cavalry and he felt that they would continue to do so.
About noon he ate more cold food, and then rode on, while the sun blazed and blazed and the dust whirled in clouds like the "dust devils" of the desert, continually spitting forth bullets instead of sand. Late in the afternoon he heard the sound of many trumpets, and saw the Southern cavalry getting together in a great ma.s.s. A warning ran instantly among the Union troops and the hors.e.m.e.n in blue and one or two infantry regiments drew closer together.
"They"re going to charge in force," said Colonel Winchester to d.i.c.k.
"See, our rearguard has lost touch with our main army, leaving a side opening between. They see this chance and intend to make the most of it."
"But our men are willing and anxious to meet them," said d.i.c.k. "You can see it in their faces."
He had made no mistake, as the fire in their rear deepened, and they saw the gathering squadrons of gray cavalry, a fierce anger seized the retreating Union rearguard. Those wasps had been buzzing and stinging them all day long and they had had enough of it. They could fight, and they would, if their officers would let them. Now it seemed that the officers were willing.
A deep and menacing mutter of satisfaction ran along the whole line.
They would show the Southerners what kind of men they were. Colonel Winchester drew his infantry regiment into a small wood which at that point skirted the road.
"There is no doubt that we"ve found it at the right time," said Warner.
Both knew that the forest would protect the infantry from the fierce charges of the Southern cavalry, while proving no obstacle to the Northern defense. His own cavalry was gathering in the road ready to meet Jeb Stuart and his squadrons.
The three boys sat on their horses within the covering of the trees, and watched eagerly, while the hostile forces ma.s.sed for battle. The Southern cavalry was supported by infantry also on its flanks, and once again d.i.c.k caught sight of Jeb Stuart with his floating plume. But that time he was too far away for any of the Northern riflemen to reach him with a bullet, and as before he disappeared quickly in the clouds of dust and smoke which never ceased to float over both forces.
"Look out! The charge!" suddenly exclaimed Colonel Winchester.
They heard the thunder of the galloping horses, and also the flash of many rifles and carbines. Cavalry met cavalry but the men in gray reeled back, and as they retreated the Northern infantry in the wood sent a deadly fire into the flank of the attacking force. The Southern infantry replied, and a fierce battle raged along the road and through the woods.
d.i.c.k heard once more the rattling of bullets on bark, and felt the twigs falling upon his face as they were shorn off by the missiles.
"We hold the road and we"ll hold it for a while," exclaimed Colonel Winchester, exultation showing in his tone.
"Why can"t we hold it all the time?" d.i.c.k could not refrain from asking.
"Because we are retreating and the Southerners are continually coming up, while our army wishes to go away."
d.i.c.k glanced through the trees and saw that great clouds of dust still were rolling toward the northwest. It must be almost at the Rappahannock now, and he began to appreciate what this desperate combat in the woods meant. They were holding back the Southern army, while their men could cross the river and reform behind it.
The battle swayed back and forth, and it was most desperate between the cavalry. The bugles again and again called the gray hors.e.m.e.n to the charge, and although the blue infantry supported their own hors.e.m.e.n with a heavy rifle fire, and held the wood undaunted, the Northern rear guard was forced to give way at last before the pressure of numbers and attacks that would not cease.
Their own bugles sounded the retreat and they began to retire slowly.
"Do we run again?" exclaimed Pennington, a tear ploughing its way through the smoky grime on his cheek.
"No, we don"t run," replied Warner calmly, "We"re forced back, and the rebels will claim a victory but we haven"t fought for nothing. Lee and Jackson will never get up in time to attack our army before it"s over the river."
The regiment began its slow retreat. It had not suffered much, owing to the shelter of the forest, and, full of courage and resolution, it was a formidable support on the flank of the slowly retreating cavalry.
The evening was now at hand. The sun was setting once more over the Virginia hills destined to be scarred so deeply by battle, but attack and defense went on. As night came the thudding of cannon added to the tumult, and then the three boys saw the Rappahannock, a deep and wide stream flowing between high banks crested with timber. Ahead of them Pope"s army was crossing on the bridge and in boats, and ma.s.ses of infantry supported by heavy batteries had turned to protect the crossing. The Southern vanguard could not a.s.sail such a powerful force, and before the night was over the whole Union army pa.s.sed to the Northern side of the Rappahannock.
d.i.c.k felt a mixture of chagrin and satisfaction as he crossed the river, chagrin that this great army should draw back, as McClellan"s had been forced to draw back at the Seven Days, and satisfaction that they were safe for the time being and could prepare for a new start.
But the feeling of exultation soon pa.s.sed and gave way wholly to chagrin. They were retreating before an army not exceeding their own, in numbers, perhaps less. They had another great force, the Army of the Potomac, which should have been there, and then they could have bade defiance to Lee and Jackson. The North with its great numbers, its fine courage and its splendid patriotism should never be retreating. He felt once more as thousands of others felt that the hand on the reins was neither strong nor sure, and that the great trouble lay there. They ought not to be hiding behind a river. Lee and Jackson did not do it.
d.i.c.k remembered that grim commander in the West, the silent Grant, and he did not believe he would be retreating.
Long after darkness came the firing continued between skirmishers across the stream, but finally it, too, waned and d.i.c.k was permitted to throw himself upon the ground and sleep with the sleeping thousands. Warner and Pennington slept near him and not far away was the brave sergeant.
Even he was overpowered by fatigue and he slept like one dead, never stirring.
d.i.c.k was awakened next morning by the booming of cannon. He had become so much used to such sounds that he would have slept on had not the crashes been so irregular. He stood up, rubbed his eyes and then looked in the direction whence came the cannonade. He saw from the crest of a hill great numbers of Confederate troops on the other side of the river, the August sun glittering over thousands of bayonets and rifle barrels, and along the somber batteries of great guns. The firing, so far as he could determine, was merely to feel out or annoy the Northern army.
It was a strange sight to d.i.c.k, one that is not looked upon often, two great armies gazing across a river at each other, and, sure to meet, sooner or later, in mortal combat. It was thrilling, awe-inspiring, but it made his heart miss a beat or two at the thought of the wounds and death to come, all the more terrible because those who fought together were of the same blood, and the same nation.
Warner and Pennington joined him on the height where he stood, and they saw that in the early hours before dawn the Northern generals had not been idle. The whole army of Pope was ma.s.sed along the left bank of the river and every high point was crowned with heavy batteries of artillery. There had been a long drought, and at some points the Rappahannock could be forded, but not in the face of such a defence as the North here offered.
Colonel Winchester himself came a moment or two later and joined them as they gazed at the two armies and the river between. Both he and the boys used their gla.s.ses and they distinctly saw the Southern ma.s.ses.
"Will they try to cross, sir?" asked d.i.c.k of the colonel.
"I don"t think so, but if they do we ought to beat them back. Meanwhile, d.i.c.k, my boy, every day"s delay is a fresh card in our hand. McClellan is landing his army at Aquia Creek, whence it can march in two days to a junction with us, when we would become overwhelming and irresistible.
But I wish it didn"t take so long to disembark an army!"
The note of anxiety in his voice did not escape d.i.c.k. "You wish then to be sure of the junction between our two armies before Lee and Jackson strike?"
"Yes, d.i.c.k. That is what is on my mind. The retreat of this army, although it may have caused us chagrin, was most opportune. It gave us two chances, when we had but one before. But, d.i.c.k, I"m afraid. I wouldn"t say this to anybody but you and you must not repeat me. I wish I could divine what is in the mind of those two men, Lee and Jackson.
They surely have a plan of some kind, but what is it?"
"Have we any definite news from the other side, sir?"
"Shepard came in this morning. But little ever escapes him, and he says that the whole Southern army is up. All their best leaders are there.
Lee and Jackson and Longstreet and the Hills and Early and Lawton and the others. He says that they are all flushed with confidence in their own courage and fighting powers and the ability of their leaders. Oh, if only the Army of the Potomac would come! If we could only stave off battle long enough for it to reach us!"
"Don"t you think we could do it, sir? Couldn"t General Pope retreat on Washington then, and, as they continued to follow us, we could turn and spring on them with both armies."
But Colonel Winchester shook his head.