r to refill their canteens at every fresh stream of water, and frequent halts were necessary to allow the stragglers to regain their lines.
After a two days march, with On to Richmond as their battle-cry, the army halted at the quiet hamlet of Centreville, twenty-seven miles from Washington and seven miles from Manassas Junction where lay the waiting Confederate army of similar composition — untrained men and boys.
Men from Virginia, from North and South Carolina, from the mountains of Tennessee, from Alabama, Mississippi, and Georgia, even from distant Arkansas, had gathered on the soil of the Old Dominion State to do battle for the Southern cause.
Between the two armies flowed the stream of Bull Run, destined to give its name to the first great battle of the impending conflict.
The opposing commanders, McDowell and Beauregard, had been long-time friends; twenty-three years before, they had been graduated in the same class at West Point.
Beauregard knew of the coming of the