Gettysburg : Histoires de la moisson rouge et le lendemain -- . sur son chemin vers le Potomac recross. Lors de son explication, le cap-tain d'entreprise I déplacé ses hommes un peu à 152 GETTYSBURG le droit à l'ombre des érables.à partir de là, il a vu le déménagement figure situées derrièrele vignes. Sergent, rendez-vous à et demander si nous mayhave l'eau. Le sergent est entré dans la porte, et thethirsty les hommes, entendre l'ordre, s'afterhim. Ils ont vu l'étrange vieille figure sur theporch, la ceinture de bluejacket déchiré au niveau de la taille,l'épée, le visage souriant, avide. Le cap-tain vu, aussi. Bravo les vieux soldi

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Gettysburg : stories of the red harvest and the aftermath -- . on his way to recross the Potomac. When his explanation was over, the cap-tain of Company I moved his men a little to 152 GETTYSBURG the right under the shade of the maples.From there he saw the moving figure behindthe vines. Sergeant, go in and ask whether we mayhave water. The sergeant entered the gate, and thethirsty men, hearing the order, looked afterhim. They saw the strange old figure on theporch, the torn bluejacket belted at the waist, the sword, the smiling, eager face. The cap-tain saw, too. Three cheers for the old soldier, he cried, and hats were swung in the air. May we have a drink? the sergeantasked, and grandfather pointed the way tothe well. He tried to go down the steps to help thempump, but his knees trembled, and he stayedwhere he was. He watched them, still smiling.He did not realize that the cheers were forhim, he could not quite understand why suitswhich should be gray were so yellow, but hesupposed it was the mud. Poor chaps, he sighed. Theyre goinback to Dixie.. THEY SAW THE STRANGE OLD FKURE ON THE PORCH THE RETREAT 153 One by one the companies drew up beforethe gate, and one by one they cheered. Theyhad been cheering ever since the beginning ofthe encampment — for Meade, for Hancock, for Reynolds, among the dead; for the Gover-nor, the colonel, the leader of the regimentband, among the living. They had enlistedfor a good time, for a trip to Gettysburg, fora taste of camp-life, from almost any othermotive than that which had moved this oldman to enlist in 61. They suddenly real-ized how little this encampment was likewar. All the drill, all the pomp of this tinsoldiering, even all the graves of the battle-field, had not moved them as did this oldman in his tattered coat. Here was love ofcountry. Would any of them care to don infifty years their khaki blouses? Then, beforethe momentary enthusiasm or the momentaryseriousness had time to wear away, the orderwas given to march back

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