She was at Danville, which is in the county of Boyle, and he heard now
that the Confederate army, or at least a large division of it, was
gathering at a group of splendid springs near a village called Perryville
in the same county. But second thought told him that she would be safe
yet in Danville, as he began to feel sure now that the meeting of the
armies would be at Perryville.
Dick's certainty grew out of the fact that the great springs were about
Perryville. The extraordinary drouth and the remarkable phenomenon of
brooks drying up in Kentucky had continued. Water, cool and fresh for
many thousands of men, was wanted or typhoid would come.
This need of vast quantities of water fresh and cool from the earth,
was obvious to everybody, and the men marched gladly toward the springs.
The march would serve two purposes: it would quench their thirst, and it
would bring on the battle they wanted to clear Kentucky of the enemy.
"Fine country, this of yours, Dick," said Warner as they rode side by
side. "I don't think I ever saw dust of a higher quality. It sifts
through everything, fills your eyes, nose and mouth and then goes down
under your collar and gives you a neat and continuous dust bath.
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