The wind's last breath had tossed in airAt five o'clock in the morning, on the eleventh of July, the regiment forded for the first time the Potomac, at Williamsport in Maryland, and entered upon the sacred soil of Virginia. Its destination was Martinsburg, the headquarters of General Patterson, to whom, as ordered by General Scott, I was to report. Never again was the Second to make that march in such style. The officers were in full uniform, adorned
Pennon and plaid and plumage fair;
The next but swept a lone hill-side
Where heath and fern were waving wide;
The sun's last gleam had glinted back
From spear and glaive, from targe and jack;
The next all unreflected shone
On bracken green and cold gray stone.
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