The stretched out on the hills, resting.



0 Comment

The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out onthe hills, resting. As the landscape changed from brown to green, the army awakened, and began totremble with eagerness at the noise of rumors. It cast its eyes upon the roads, which were growingfrom long troughs of liquid mud to proper thoroughfares. A river, amber-tinted in the shadow of itsbanks, purled at the army’s feet; and at night, when the stream had become of a sorrowful blackness,one could see across it the red, eyelike gleam of hostile camp-fires set in the low brows of distantOnce a certain tall soldier developed virtues and went resolutely to wash a shirt.

He came flyingback from a brook waving his garment bannerlike. He was swelled with a tale he had heard from areliable friend, who had heard it from a truthful cavalryman, who had heard it from his trustworthybrother, one of the orderlies at division headquarters. He adopted the important air of a herald in red”We’re goin’ t’ move t’morrah–sure,” he said pompously to a group in the company street.

We Will Write a Custom Essay Specifically
For You For Only $13.90/page!


order now

“We’regoin’ ‘way up the river, cut across, an’ come around in behint ’em.” To his attentive audience he drew a loud and elaborate plan of a very brilliant campaign. When hehad finished, the blue-clothed men scattered into small arguing groups between the rows of squatbrown huts. A negro teamster who had been dancing upon a cracker box with the hilariousencouragement of twoscore soldiers was deserted. He sat mournfully down. Smoke drifted lazilyfrom a multitude of quaint chimneys.

“It’s a lie! that’s all it is–a thunderin’ lie!” said another private loudly. His smooth face was flushed,and his hands were thrust sulkily into his trouser’s pockets. He took the matter as an affront to him.”I don’t believe the derned old army’s ever going to move. We’re set. I’ve got ready to move eighttimes in the last two weeks, and we ain’t moved yet.” The tall soldier felT called upon to defend the truth of a rumor he himself had introduced.

He and theloud one came near to fighting over it. A corporal began to swear before the assemblage. He had just put a costly board floor in his house,sively to the comfort of his environment because he had felt that the army might start on the march atany moment. Of late, however, he had been impressed that they were in a sort of eternal camp. Many of the men engaged in a spirited debate.

One outlined in a peculiarly lucid manner all the plansof the commanding general. He was opposed by men who advocated that there were other plans ofcampaign. They clamored at each other, numbers making futile bids for the popular attention.Meanwhile, the soldier who had fetched the rumor bustled about with much importance. He was”Ah, what yeh talkin’ about? How yeh know it is?” “Well, yeh kin b’lieve me er not, jest as yeh like. I don’t care a hang.

” There was much food for thought in the manner in which he replied. He came near to convincingthem by disdaining to produce proofs. They grew much excited over it.

There was a youthful private who listened with eager ears to the words of the tall soldier and to thevaried comments of his comrades. After receiving a fill of discussions concerning marches andattacks, he went to his hut and crawled through an intricate hole that served it as a door. He wishedto be alone with some new thoughts that had lately come to him. He lay down on a wide bunk that stretched across the end of the room. In the other end, crackerboxes were made to serve as furniture. They were grouped about the fireplace.

A picture from anillustrated weekly was upon the log walls, and three rifles were paralleled on pegs. Equipments hungon handy projections, and some tin dishes lay upon a small pile of firewood. A folded tent wasserving as a roof. The sunlight, without, beating upon it, made it glow a light yellow shade. A smallwindow shot an oblique square of whiter light upon the cluttered floor.

The smoke from the fire attimes neglected the clay chimney and wreathed into

x

Hi!
I'm Adrienne!

Would you like to get a custom essay? How about receiving a customized one?

Check it out