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The best thing for that gray column was to set their faces toward home, and keep moving, well closed up both day and night, for the lower Chickahominy.
So Stuart pushed on. Beyond the railroad appeared a world of wagons, loaded with grain and coffee-standing in the road abandoned.
Quick work was made of them.
They were all set on fire, and their contents destroyed.
From the horse-trough of one I rescued a small volume bearing on the fly-leaf the name of a young lady of Williamsburg.
I think it was a volume of poems-poetic wagon-drivers!
These wagons were only the vaunt couriers --the advance guard — of the main body.
In a field beyond the stream thirty acres were covered with them.
They were all burned.
The roar of the soaring flames was like the sound of a forest on fire.
How they roared and crackled!
The sky overhead, when night had descended, was bloody-looking in the glare.
Meanwhile the main column had moved on, and I was riding after it, when I h