Both Harry and his horse drank of the water, which was cold, and then they went with the stream, which followed the slow downward slope of the hill toward the north.

After a mile, he turned to the edge of the forest and looked over the valley.

He caught his breath at the great panorama of green hills and of armies upon them that was spread out before him.
Down there under the southern horizon were the long lines of his own people, and toward Washington, but much nearer to him, were the lines of a detachment of the Northern army.

Between, he caught the flash of water from Bull Run, Young's Branch and the lesser streams.

Behind the Northern force the sun glinted on a long line of bayonets and he knew that it was made by a regiment marching to join the others.