We could at least see the advance of Stonewall Jackson before he was right on top of us." Dick took another long look, searching every point in the half circle of the south with his glasses.

Although burned by summer the country was beautiful, and neither heat nor cold could take away its picturesqueness.

He saw valleys in which the grass grew thick and strong, clusters of hills dotted with trees, and then the blue loom of mountains clothed heavily with foliage.

Over everything bent a dazzling sky of blue and gold.
The light was so intense that with his glasses he could pick out individual trees and rocks on the far slopes.

He saw an occasional roof, but nowhere did he see man.