"Lie down, Dick," said Colonel Winchester, who noticed him. "I don't
think you can stand it any longer. Here, under this tree will do."
Dick threw himself down and Colonel Winchester, finding a blanket,
spread it over him. Then the boy closed his eyes, and, for a while,
phase after phase of the terrible conflict passed before him. He could
see the white wall of the Dunkard church, the Bloody Lane, and most
ghastly of all, those dead men in rows lying on their arms, like
regiments asleep, but his nerves grew quiet at last, and after midnight
he slept.
Dawn came and found the two armies ready. Dick and the sad remnant of
the Winchester regiment rose to their feet. Although food had been
prepared for them very few in all these brigades had touched a bite the
night before, sinking into sleep or stupor before it could be brought
to them. But now they ate hungrily while they watched for their foes,
the skirmishers of either army already being massed in front to be ready
for any movement by the other.
As on the morning before, a mist arose from the Potomac and the Antietam.
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