"
"I believe I'd rather have it than this awful rain," said Pennington.
"I don't seem to get used to these cold soakings."
"Good-bye, Nashville," said Dick, turning about. "I don't know when we
will have to come back, and if we do I don't know what will have happened
before then. Good-bye, Nashville. I regret your roofs and your solid
walls, and your dry tents and floors."
"But we're going forth to fight. Don't forget that, Dick. Remember how
in Virginia we pined for battle, and the use of our superior numbers.
Anyhow Rosecrans is going out to look for the enemy, but all the same,
and between you and me, Dick, I wish it was Grant who was leading us.
I saw a copy of the New York Times a while back, and some lines in it are
haunting me. Here they are:
"Back from the trebly crimsoned field
Terrible woods are thunder-tost:
Full of the wrath that will not yield,
Full of revenge for battles lost:
Hark to their echo as it crost
The capital making faces wan:
End this murderous holocaust;
Abraham Lincoln give us a man.
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