The doors were also locked and sealed until such time as the army authorities wished to open them, but on the portico, facing the Southern lines were two benches, on which the three youths sat, and looked again over the great expanse of rolling country, dotted at intervals by puffs of smoke from the long lines of trenches.

Where they sat it was so still that they could hear the faint crackle of the distant rifles, and now and then the heavier crash of a cannon.
Dick's mind went back to the Wilderness and its gloomy shades, the sanguinary field of Spottsylvania, and then the terrific mistake of Cold Harbor.

The genius of Lee had never burned more brightly.

He had handled his diminishing forces with all his old skill and resolution, but Grant had driven on and on.

No matter what his losses the North always filled up his ranks again, and poured forward munitions and supplies in a vast and unbroken stream.