two long years had beaten them at every point, but even now they could not make it decisive, for, just as after Antietam, they had to look on while Lee and his legions were permitted to saunter easily back to the old lines along the Rapidan.
They had served in succession five different masters.
They had seen the stars of McDowell, McClellan, Pope, Burnside, and Hooker, one after another, effaced.
They had seen such corps commanders as Sumner, Heintzelman, Keyes, Fitz John Porter, Sigel, Franklin, and Stoneman relieved and sent elsewhere.
They had lost, killed in battle, such valiant generals as Philip Kearny, Stevens, Reno, Richardson, Mansfield, Whipple, Bayard, Berry, Weed, Zook, Vincent, and the great right arm of their latest and last Commander—John F. Reynolds, head of the First Corps, since he would not be head of the army.
They had inflicted nothing like such loss upon the Army of Northern Virginia, for Stonewall Jackson had fallen, seriously wounded, before the rifles o