road, or sliding, leviathan-like, down the slopes of half-sheltered river-coves, launching out to their perilous, importunate calling?
Did not the waters of all Virginia's rivers know of their bulk and burden?
Had we not seen them — not smiling-time and time again, spanning the dark Rappahannock?-as in December, 1862, Sumner andnks made good from the best substance of the 18th, wakening heart-held visions.
These names and numbers tell of the men who had opened all the fiery gateways of Virginia from the York River to the Chickahominy, and from the Rapidan to the Appomattox.
Now Gregory's New York Brigade--the 187th, 188th, and 189th,--young in orderl, led by Major van Brocklin, the little phalanx of the 50th New York Engineers, which had been left to help the Sixth Corps, pass once more the turbid rivers of Virginia.
Here again, the train of uncouth pontoons, telling of the mastery over the waters as of the land.
This last solemn passage now, waking memories of dark going