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“At one point, the entire wagon train came to a halt when the soldiers and officers on horseback fell asleep in their saddles. Few words were spoken between the boys on the journey; their thoughts were filled with the voices of those around them. The wounded men sang a song of sorrow to the rhythm of the rain. It was a never-ending song, for when one man died there was another who took his place in the chorus of the suffering. The song served as a cadence for the five thousand who marched by their side. (The Confederate retreat from Gettysburg. July 4, 1863) Excerpt From: Sheila W. Slavich. “Jumpin’ the Rails!.” XlibrisUS, 2016-03-16T04:00:00+00:00. iBooks. This material is protected by copyright.” — Sheila W Slavich
At one point, the entire wagon train came to a halt when the soldiers and officers on horseback fell asleep in their saddles.
Few words were spoken between the boys on the journey; their thoughts were filled with the voices of those around them. The wounded men sang a song of sorrow to the rhythm of the rain. It was a never-ending song, for when one man died there was another who took his place in the chorus of the suffering. The song served as a cadence for the five thousand who marched by their side.
(The Confederate retreat from Gettysburg. July 4, 1863)
Excerpt From: Sheila W. Slavich. “Jumpin’ the Rails!.” XlibrisUS, 2016-03-16T04:00:00+00:00. iBooks.
This material is protected by copyright.