Good Heavens, why don't we push on?"
He had not yet heard of the fall of Harper's Ferry, and that Jackson with
picked brigades was already on the way to join Lee. Had he known these
two vital facts his anger would have burned to a white heat. Surely no
day lost was ever lost at a greater cost than the one McClellan lost
after the finding of Orders No. 191.
"Do you know anything about the Antietam, colonel?" asked Dick.
"It's a narrow stream, but deep, and crossed by several stone bridges.
It will be hard to force a crossing here, but further up it can be done
with ease since we outnumber Lee so much that we can overlap him by far.
I have my information from Shepard, and he makes no mistakes. There
is a church, too, on the upper part of the peninsula, a little church
belonging to an order called the Dunkards."
"Ah," murmured Dick, "the little church of Shiloh!"
"What do you mean by that?"
"There was a little church at Shiloh, too. The battle raged all around
it more than once. We lost it at first, but in the end we won. It's
another good omen.
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