She seemed to be encompassed by millions of armed enemies.

They appeared more plentiful than the trees, or the rocks, or the leaves even.

They filled the streets of the little town until it seemed impossible for another one to find standing room.
Their cavalry blackened the faces of the long ranges of hills.

Their artillery and wagons streamed along the roads in a never-ending train.
Their camp-fires lighted up the country at night for miles, in all directions.
Just at dusk Tuesday night Fortner came in, and was warmly welcomed.
"There are such countless hosts of the Rebels," Rachel said to him after the first greetings were over, "that I quite despair of our men being able to do anything with them.

It seems impossible that there can be gathered together anywhere else in the world as many men as they have." "I don't wonder ye think so, but ef ye'd been whar I wuz to-day ye'd think thet all the world wuz marchin' round in blue uniforms.