CHAPTER X.ANTIETAM.
Dick arose at the first flash of dawn.

All the men of the Winchester regiment were on their feet.

The officers had sent their horses to the rear, knowing that they would be worse than useless among the rocks and in the forest in front of them.
A mist arising from the two rivers floated over everything, but Dick knew that the battle was at hand.

The Northern trumpets were calling, and in the haze in front of them the Southern trumpets were calling, too.
The fog lifted, and then Dick saw the Confederate lines stretched through forest, rock and ploughed ground.

Near the front was a rail fence with lines of skirmishers crouching behind it.