They rode now to a new battle and to victory.
Another great cloud of dust like that at Manassas rolled slowly on toward the little river or creek of Antietam, but the heat was not so great now.

A pleasant breeze blew from the distant western mountains and cooled the faces of the soldiers.

The country through which they were passing was old for America.

They saw a carefully cultivated soil, good roads and stone bridges.
None of the lads and young men around Colonel Winchester rejoiced more than Warner.

Released from the hospital and with his tried comrades once more he felt as if he were the dead come back.