felt no joy in it this morning.
The butcher bill, as Longstreet put it, had been tragic for his own army as well. Over ten thousand dead and wounded in the two-day fight along Gunpowder River, thousands more collapsed from heat exhaustion. Yet again a bitter price. Over twenty per cent of his men under arms out of action. And this time there would be no replacements.
In his hand he held a dispatch that had come in during the night.
Wade Hampton was dead. His entire force had been cornered up in Pennsylvania and wiped out. A lone courier and one released prisoner had brought back word of the disaster.
Stuart was almost beyond consoling. When he had broken the news, his young cavalier had, at first, demanded permission for a vengeance raid, to take his entire force across the river. That would have been a mad impulse, and Lee had refused him emphatically and sternly.
They were on the banks of the Susquehanna, much farther north than he had wanted to be. The task of capturing prisoners and equipment had drawn them far beyond his desired position. Grant still awaited him. Lee's next step, the step needed to end this war, wasn't certain. It would depend on whether Grant would come down the river. His thought now was to demonstrate, to threaten a crossing en masse, for surely that would bring Grant into play. He would need Stuart here, on this side of the river, to watch for the site of Grant's attempted crossing.
'Good morning, General Lee.'
Lee looked up and smiled. It was Judah Benjamin, trailed by an escort of Virginia cavalry. Lee smiled with genuine affection.
'Sir, you gave us a bit of a scare there two days ago.' Judah smiled good-naturedly.
'1 heard that you said war is the sport of young men. Sir, I agree. That heat, how your boys marched and fought in it, it is beyond me.'
'They did their duty, sir.'
'I fear I did not do mine. Sorry I collapsed like that.'
Lee smiled, feeling a bit self-conscious, remembering his own collapse, which had put him into bed for half a day.
'Perhaps it is best that secretaries of state do not go gallivanting around following armies,' Lee said.
'Couldn't resist it, sir.'
Judah came up by his side and looked out over the river, to the swarming river traffic taking off the last of the Fifth Corps.
'Too bad you couldn't have pinned them down there,' he said.
'We could have, but to what final purpose? I'd have lost another thousand from their gunboats; we'd have harmed two, maybe three thousand, taken some prisoners. But to what avail now? They are out of the war. They're good soldiers; let them go in peace.'
'You are learning to conserve men,' Judah replied.
'Sir?'
'Just that. I know you, General. A year ago you would have ordered a charge down into that valley, not let one of them escape. We are running out of men, and you know it.'
Lee did not reply.
'I still dwell on that conversation in Baltimore,' Judah said. 'As do I.'
'Imagine what a hundred thousand more men would do for our cause now. Imagine if the moral paradox was lifted. Sir, at this moment I would be very confident that we would win.'
'The president said no, and we must obey.'
'I know. Damn it,' Judah said, 'I know, and though you've given us another victory, I wonder if it shall prove to be enough.'
Lee turned and gazed at him.
'It has to be enough,' he said sharply. 'My men have suffered too much for this. It has to end; it has to be enough.' It was Judah now who could not reply. 'General Lee?'
It was Walter Taylor, coming up behind them. Lee turned, smiling, but Walter's face was drawn, features tight. 'What is it, Walter?'
'Sir, this message just came in. I felt I should give it to you personally.'
'I don't have my glasses with me, Walter; just tell me what it is.'
Walter looked over at Judah and nodded. 'A report came in to our headquarters a half hour ago, sir, from scouts reporting by telegraph out of Carlisle.' Lee felt his heart constrict 'Go on.'
'Last night General Grant put a pontoon bridge across the Susquehanna River at Harrisburg. Even now his army is crossing.'
'Which direction?'
'Not toward us, sir. He is moving down the Cumberland Valley, advancing toward Virginia.'
'Merciful God,' Lee whispered.
Judah looked at him, wide-eyed.
'Mr. Secretary,' Lee said quietly, 'sir, if you will excuse me, I have orders to give. Walter, general officers' meeting in one hour; I want Longstreet, Hood, Stuart, and Beauregard. This army is to prepare to move at once.'
He turned and rode off.
Judah watched him go.
'One more corps,' he whispered to the back of the departing rider, 'do you wish for them now, sir?'
His army was on the march. The bridge had been thrown across the river under cover of darkness. Though rebel scouts had been driven back, still there might be some spies along the opposite bank. It had taken his engineers eight hours to build it sections having been already built up above Marysville and then floated down into place.
The first of his corps, Ord's, just about finished crossing. Even as his Army of the Susquehanna began its march, orders had gone out to Sherman, who no later than tomorrow would be up with Rosecrans. Sherman was to assume full command of the forces in Tennessee, to drive Bragg out of that state, take Chattanooga, pull in the Twenty-third Corps to his support, and then, regardless of threat to his flanks and rear, advance on Atlanta.
He had surmised quickly what had happened with Sickles, even as the newspaper reports flashed across the wires, and now it was time to force the issue. If he was in command, then he would indeed be in command. Washington, as far as he was concerned, was cut off and there was no longer any need to seek Stanton's approval on any order now issued. He had forwarded the memo from Stanton, which gave Sickles latitude to move, straight back to the president, with the simple note on the back, 'Mr. President, did you authorize this?'
A damn good army had gone down to yet another useless defeat.
But was it entirely useless? he wondered. The boys of that tragic, vanquished army had gone down lighting. All reports of that were clear. They had not mortally wounded Lee, but they had indeed savaged him. Another division, perhaps two, of the Army of Northern Virginia were no longer fit for battle, the others weary, exhausted after their mad dash in the killing heat Out of that debacle a new plan had formed. Lee had been pulled much farther north than Grant had ever dared to hope.
Now he would make Lee dance to his tuneThe waiting was over, a month ahead of his plan, but it was over regardless. He would come crashing down the Cumberland Valley. With this fair weather, in two days he could be across Pennsylvania and into Maryland, threatening Lee's rear communications. If Lee should move up across Maryland to try and cut his own lines, then he could run to the Baltimore and Ohio. For, God bless him, Herman Haupt still did march with this army, having laid in trains, bridging material, supplies to support him from as far away as Ohio.
It was his fourth cigar of the morning, and he coughed, even as he puffed it to life.
The long pontoon bridge, snaking across the river, bobbed and swayed as the endless stream of men passed, rifles at the shoulder, the men marching out of step as ordered to avoid setting up a rhythm that might cause the
