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Can you see anything ahead?"
asked Colonel Winchester.
"Nothing living, sir," replied Dick Mason, as he swept his powerful
glasses in a half-curve. "There are hills on the right and in the center,
covered with thick, green forest, and on the left, where the land lies
low, the forest is thick and green too, although I think I catch a flash
of water in it."
"That should be the little river of which our map tells. And you, Warner,
what do your eyes tell you?"
"The same tale they tell to Dick, sir. It looks to me like a wilderness."
"And so it is. It's a low-lying region of vast forests and thickets,
of slow deep rivers and creeks, and of lagoons and bayous. If Northern
troops want to be ambushed they couldn't come to a finer place for it.
Forrest and five thousand of his wild riders might hide within rifle shot
of us in this endless mass of vegetation. And so, my lads, it behooves
us to be cautious with a very great caution. You will recall how we got
cut up by Forrest in the Shiloh time."
"I do, sir," said Dick and he shuddered as he recalled those terrible
moments.


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