|A study in temperament of the men who led the Federal cavalry The photographer has evidently requested the distinguished sitters to inspect a map, as if they were planning some actual movement such as that which “sent Early whirling through Winchester.” All but Sheridan have been obliging. General Forsyth is leaning over, hand on chin, one foot on a rung of Merritt's chair. Meritt has cast down his eyes and bowed his head above the map. General Devin is leaning slightly forward in an attentive position. Custer alertly surveys his chief. But Sheridan, his hand clenched beside him, still gazes resolutely at the camera. These were the leaders who stood between the Confederate army and Washington, the capture of which might have meant foreign intervention.|
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