The Blue Coats And How They Lived Fought And Died For The Union

Narratives of personal adventure, thrilling incidents, daring exploits, heroic deeds, wonderful escapes, life in the camp, field and hospital, adventures of spies and scouts, together with the songs, ballads, anecdotes and humorous incidents of the Civil War.

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Excerpt from The Blue Coats, and How They Lived, Fought and Died for the Union It was a dark night. Not a star on the glimmer. I had collected my quotem of intelligence, and was on the move for the northern lines. I was approaching the banks of a stream whose waters I had to cross, and had then some miles to traverse before I could reach the pickets of our gallant troops. A feeling of uneasiness began to creep over me; I was on the outskirt of a wood fringing the dark waters at my feet, whose presence could scarcely be detected but for their sullen murmurs as they rushed through the gloom. The wind sighed in gentle accordance. I walked forty or fifty yards along the bank. I then crept on all fours along the ground, and groped with my hands. I paused - I groped again - my breath thickened - perspiration oozed from every pore, and I was prostrated with horror. I had missed my landmark, and knew not where I was. Below or above. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.