The Red Mist: A Tale of Civil Strife

Nonfiction, Religion & Spirituality, New Age, History, Fiction & Literature
Cover of the book The Red Mist: A Tale of Civil Strife by Randall Parrish, Library of Alexandria
View on Amazon View on AbeBooks View on Kobo View on B.Depository View on eBay View on Walmart
Author: Randall Parrish ISBN: 9781465614070
Publisher: Library of Alexandria Publication: March 8, 2015
Imprint: Language: English
Author: Randall Parrish
ISBN: 9781465614070
Publisher: Library of Alexandria
Publication: March 8, 2015
Imprint:
Language: English
IT WAS already growing dusk when the Staunton Battery of Horse Artillery returned wearily to camp after hours of hard field drill, the men ever conscious that no evolution, however trivial, was being overlooked by "Stonewall" Jackson, sitting astride his sorrel on a little eminence to the left, his stern face unrelieved by even the semblance of a smile. He would criticise without mercy, but never praise, and the artillerymen insensibly stiffened to the work, as eager to do well as though they were in action. The time was early spring, some remnants of snow still clinging to the hollows out of reach of the warming sun, and a chill wind blowing through the passes of the western mountains. The comparative idleness of the past winter months, given over to foraging and drill, together with the comforts of a permanent camp, had engendered forgetfulness of the hardships of the last campaign, and left the men eager to confront the dangers of the future. In no heart was there doubt of the final result—the Army of the Valley pinned its faith on "Old Jack." They were soldiers—veterans already—anxious for active service; their depleted ranks filled up once more with recruits, well drilled and efficient through constant training; and while many remembered with regret the old faces—the dead, the wounded, the missing—they nevertheless realized that never before were they in sterner mood or better prepared for grim fighting. The winter quarters of the Staunton Artillery were slightly off the main road, back within the shelter of a grove of oak trees, and I remained for some time overseeing the care of the horses before approaching the hut where the non-commissioned officers had mess. We were all of us still at the table, discussing the incidents of the drill, when a lieutenant appeared suddenly in the doorway, and glanced inquiringly about the room, scarcely able to distinguish our faces in the dull light of the lantern which alone illumined the interior.
View on Amazon View on AbeBooks View on Kobo View on B.Depository View on eBay View on Walmart
IT WAS already growing dusk when the Staunton Battery of Horse Artillery returned wearily to camp after hours of hard field drill, the men ever conscious that no evolution, however trivial, was being overlooked by "Stonewall" Jackson, sitting astride his sorrel on a little eminence to the left, his stern face unrelieved by even the semblance of a smile. He would criticise without mercy, but never praise, and the artillerymen insensibly stiffened to the work, as eager to do well as though they were in action. The time was early spring, some remnants of snow still clinging to the hollows out of reach of the warming sun, and a chill wind blowing through the passes of the western mountains. The comparative idleness of the past winter months, given over to foraging and drill, together with the comforts of a permanent camp, had engendered forgetfulness of the hardships of the last campaign, and left the men eager to confront the dangers of the future. In no heart was there doubt of the final result—the Army of the Valley pinned its faith on "Old Jack." They were soldiers—veterans already—anxious for active service; their depleted ranks filled up once more with recruits, well drilled and efficient through constant training; and while many remembered with regret the old faces—the dead, the wounded, the missing—they nevertheless realized that never before were they in sterner mood or better prepared for grim fighting. The winter quarters of the Staunton Artillery were slightly off the main road, back within the shelter of a grove of oak trees, and I remained for some time overseeing the care of the horses before approaching the hut where the non-commissioned officers had mess. We were all of us still at the table, discussing the incidents of the drill, when a lieutenant appeared suddenly in the doorway, and glanced inquiringly about the room, scarcely able to distinguish our faces in the dull light of the lantern which alone illumined the interior.

More books from Library of Alexandria

Cover of the book The Three Additions to Daniel, a Study by Randall Parrish
Cover of the book The Day of Temptation by Randall Parrish
Cover of the book The Passport by Randall Parrish
Cover of the book Ancient America in Notes on American Archaeology by Randall Parrish
Cover of the book Narrative and Critical History of America: Aboriginal America by Randall Parrish
Cover of the book Phantom Fortune: A Novel by Randall Parrish
Cover of the book The English Utilitarians: Jeremy Bentham, James Mill and John Stuart Mill (Complete) by Randall Parrish
Cover of the book Rosa Mundi and Other Stories by Randall Parrish
Cover of the book The World of Dreams by Randall Parrish
Cover of the book The War by Randall Parrish
Cover of the book Vocational Guidance for Girls by Randall Parrish
Cover of the book Myths and Legends of our New Possessions and Protectorate by Randall Parrish
Cover of the book Bourdonnements by Randall Parrish
Cover of the book Cartas De Inglaterra by Randall Parrish
Cover of the book Mountain Meditations and Some Subjects of the Day and the War by Randall Parrish
We use our own "cookies" and third party cookies to improve services and to see statistical information. By using this website, you agree to our Privacy Policy