Scoville
was the last man in the world to fight blindly, and Miss Lou kept
her eyes on him. As he sat on his horse, where he commanded the best
view of the advancing enemy, she thought he appeared wonderfully
quiet. Not so his men. They were galloping to the right of the
mansion, where there was a grove on rising ground which formed a
long ridge stretching away to the northwest. It can readily be
guessed that it was Scoville's aim not to be cut off from the main
Union column by a superior force, and the ridge would enable him to
see his enemy before he fought, if he should deem it wise to fight
at all. He knew that his horses were fresh. If those of the
attacking party were somewhat blown he could easily keep out of the
way if it were too strong to cope with. He exchanged a few words
with the sergeant commanding the scouting party recently sent out,
and pointed to the grove with his sabre, then slowly followed with
his eye on the enemy.
Miss Lou was in a fever of apprehension in his behalf, for already
shots were fired at him from the Confederates.
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