![]() "We're goin' t' move t'morrah-sure," he said pompously to a group in the company street. He adopted the important air of a herald in red and gold. He was swelled with a tale he had heard from a reliable friend, who had heard it from a truthful cavalryman, who had heard it from his trustworthy brother, one of the orderlies at division headquarters. He came flying back from a brook waving his garment bannerlike. Once a certain tall soldier developed virtues and went resolutely to wash a shirt. A river, amber-tinted in the shadow of its banks, purled at the army's feet and at night, when the stream had become of a sorrowful blackness, one could see across it the red, eyelike gleam of hostile camp-fires set in the low brows of distant hills. ![]() It cast its eyes upon the roads, which were growing from long troughs of liquid mud to proper thoroughfares. As the landscape changed from brown to green, the army awakened, and began to tremble with eagerness at the noise of rumors. The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting. ![]()
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