After that Alice confided her experiments to the open fields, where she
could see whatever was in danger, and Harney, galloping up and down the
pike, stirring up dissension and scattering his opinions broadcast
through the country, saw her more than once at her occupation, smiling
grimly as he muttered to himself: "It's possible I may try a hand with
you at shooting some day, my fair Yankee miss."
Blacker, and darker, and thicker the war clouds gathered on our horizon,
but our story has little to do with that first year of carnage, when
human blood was poured as freely as water, from the Cumberland to the
Potomac. Over all that we pass, and open the scene again in the summer
of '62, when people were gradually waking to the fact that Richmond was
not so easily taken, or the South so easily conquered.