He wanted to cry out, to halt the advancing columns which would soon be here, to tell them that they must not come upon this field, made sacred by such woe.
The column of occupation had begun its movement.

Far as the eye could see, the way was filled with the Northern troops now swinging forward in the march.

Their course would be along this road, across these earthworks, and over the fields between the wood and the town.

The rattle and rumble of the advance began.

Upon the morning air there rose the gallant and forgetful music which bade the soldier think not of what had been or would be, but only of the present.