The more enemies crushed the better it would be for the Union.
"Why, colonel!" he exclaimed, "we can beat them anyhow!" "That's so, my lad, so we can! And so we will! It was childish of me to talk as I did.

Here, Johnson, blow your best on that trumpet.

I want our regiment to be the first to reach the Antietam." Johnson blew a long and mellow tune and the Winchester regiment swung forward at a more rapid gait.

The weather, after a day or two of coolness, had grown intensely hot again, and the noon sun poured down upon them sheaves of fiery rays.

Dick looked back, and he saw once more that vast billowing cloud of dust made by the marching army.