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Title: The blue and the gray, or, The Civil War as seen by a boy : a story of patriotism and adventure in our war for the Union
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: White, Annie Randall
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Contributing Library: State Library of North Carolina, Government & Heritage Library
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e, the regiments ran up the hills, andsucceeded in forcing the sharpshooters from their lairs, capturingover a hundred of them, while the rest fled to the hills. The way was now clear for the completion of the bridges.A pontoon bridge is a fine piece of ingenuity. Heavy boats, perfectly flat, often twenty feet in length,, are anchored at equal distances from each other, at last. lengthwise of the current, and beams are placed upon them to unite them; then strong, thick planks are laid across the beams, thus making a steady, wide roadway, strong enough to endure the weight of horses, heavy pieces of artillery, and the tramp of thousands of men. While the bridge was being made, the enemy did not remainquiet, but dropped shells at various points along the river, whichexploded, but happily did little injury. The smoke of the artillery, the flames bursting from thehouses, and the struggling army of the Union exposed to a pitilessfire made a picture which was never effaced from Ralphs mind,
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UNCLE NED WAS GLOOMY OVER RALPHS LAST LETTER. 149 150 A REST AFTER THE BATTLE. and years after, when he saw the panorama of The Battle ofGettysburg, in Chicago, the memory of that day at Fredericks-burg came back with vivid force. He was once more a stripling,in the midst of the noise and shock of battle, with comradesfalling about him, torn and mangled out of all semblance of humanbeings, while he was miraculously preserved. That night the Union forces rested on the ground, in themud and frost, not far away from the pontoon bridge; and thoughthey knew the morning would plunge them into further conflict,yet tired limbs and aching heads found the refreshing slumberwhich they needed. Early next morning, after a hasty break-fast, they were ready for any events which the day mightbring forth. A heavy fog hid the other shore, while the air was cold andraw. Long before the sun scattered the mists, cannonadingbegan at the bridge, the main point of attack, but the firingbecame so severe that

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