Chapters (56)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Note
- Introduction
- Book One: The Woman and the Buzzards
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Book Two: Elijah’s Army
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Book Three: The Chambersburg Pike
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Book Four: July First
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Book Five: Stars Cease to Shine on the Brave
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Bibliography
- About the Author
Mr. Fanning found a certain comfort in the proximity of his precious carpet-bag. It was here, tamped beneath clay and brick dust, where he had buried it after retrieving it from the old cistern … They heard voices moaning or bawling at one another; they heard the windlass at the well. And they crept up to the cobwebbed windows, but the windows faced the south and east, and all they could see was a fat man in torn breeches who climbed over the fence into Mrs. Knouse’s field. Irene sat on an overturned tub, close to the flickering candle, and she read aloud from the newspaper. Latest advices convey the information that General Hooker is preparing to set his forces in motion at once, or has already done so at this writing. Whether the impending conflict with rebel General Lee will be a second Antietam, seems a moot question. You could buy superior Light Zephyr cloth cloaks at J. W. Proctor’s. Harrisburg despatches declared that General F. W. Smith had assumed command of the volunteers there assembled, on the 27th instant. Black dress Grenadine at Eyre and Landell’s, Fourth & Arch … She read in a slow, unworried voice—a voice which was not anything of her making, and which she had never employed before. She read many things which her mother-in-law had read aloud, the evening before, and which she did not recognize in repetition.
For nearly an hour there was a foreboding lull, then the noise wrapped closer around them. It seemed splintering through hidden orifices, ready to possess the entire cellar and drive them out like chipmunks from a hole in the ground, smoked and tortured. Demon said that there were a lot of Big Ones, now … Through the smudgy south window there was little to be seen except stunted rose bushes, but one small triangle of landscape was visible, and that triangle shivered with swarms of distant ants. And near at hand endured a groaning noise which might have come from ungreased wheels, or from a daytime banshee.