Killer Angels, The - Michael Shaara [86]
Almost time now. At his elbow, Barksdale was saying something, pleading. The Mississippi boys were staring not at Barksdale but at Longstreet. Longstreet looked down.
"Well," he said, "I guess it's time. If you're ready, sir, why don't you go take that battery, that battery right there?"
He pointed. Barksdale screamed, waved his hat. The men rose. Barksdale formed them in line, the shells zipping the leaves above them. They stepped out of the woods, Barksdale in front, on foot, forbidden to ride, and Longstreet saw them go off across the field and saw the enemy fire open up, a whole fence suddenly puff into white smoke, and the bullets whirred by and clipped among the leaves and thunked the trees, and Longstreet rode out into the open and took off his hat. Barksdale was going straight for the guns, running, screaming, far out in front, alone, as if in a race with all the world, hair streaming like a white torch.
Longstreet rode behind him, his hat off, waving, screaming, Go! Go you Mississippi! Go!
4. CHAMBERLAIN.
... heard the cannon begin. sat up. Kilrain sat up.
Tom Chamberlain went on sleeping, mouth open, saintly young, at peace.
.
Chamberlain said, "That's mostly in the west."
Kilrain cocked his head, listening. "I thought the Rebs were all up at Gettysburg." He looked at Chamberlain, eyes dark. "You don't suppose they're flanking us again."
The cannons were blossoming, filling the air with thunder, far enough away to soften and roll, not angry yet, but growing.
"At Chancellorsville they came in on the right. This time they could be on the left."
"Do you think they'll ever learn, our goddamn generals?"
Chamberlain shook his head. "Wait."
The men in the field were stirring. Some of the newer men were pulling the tent halves down, but the others, professionals, had rolled over and were staring m the direction of the firing. The corn popper remained asleep.
Chamberlain thought: Alert the men? Some of them were looking to him. One stood up, yawned, stretched, glanced unconcernedly in his direction. Not yet.
Chamberlain put the novel away.
Kilrain said, "That's a whole division.
Chamberlain nodded.
"Good thing their artillery aint very good.
A rider had come over the crest of the hill, was loping down through the tall grass among the boulders. Chamberlain stood up. The courier saluted.
"Colonel Vincent's compliments, sir. You are instructed to form your regiment."
Chamberlain did not ask what was going on. He felt a coolness spreading all the way through him. He began buttoning his shirt as the courier rode off-no hurry, why hurry?-and began slipping on the belt and saber. When he was done with that he began smoothing his hair, yawned, grinned, turned to Tozier.
"Sergeant, have the Regiment fall in."
He looked down on Tom, sleeping Tom. Mom's favorite.
He'll be all right. Did not want to wake him. Delayed a moment, buttoned his collar. Hot day for that. Shadows growing longer. Cool soon. He nudged Tom with his foot.
Tom groaned, licked his lips, groaned again, opened his eyes.
"Hey, Lawrence." He blinked and sat up, heard the thunder. "What's happening?"
"Let's go," Chamberlain said.
"Right." He jumped to his feet. Chamberlain walked out into the sun. Some of the men were in line, forming by companies. The Regiment was bigger now; Chamberlain was glad of the new men. Ellis Spear had come sleepily up, disarranged, eyes wide. Chamberlain told him to bring everybody, cooks and prisoners, sick-call people. Chamberlain took a deep breath, smelled wet grass, hay, felt his heart beating, looked up into God's broad sky, shivered as a thrill passed through him. He looked down through the woods.
The whole Brigade was forming.
And nothing happened. The guns thundered beyond the hill. They were in line, waiting. Chamberlain looked at his watch. Not quite four. The men were remarkably quiet, most of them still sleepy. Sergeant Ruel Thomas, an orderly, reported from sick call. Chamberlain nodded formally.
Meade had ordered every soldier to action,