In the delirium which
preceded death his voice rang in sharp command:
"Tell Major Hawkes to send forward provisions to the men!"
His head sank and a smile lighted his rugged face. In low tender tones
be gasped his last words on earth:
"Let us cross over the river and rest under the shade of the trees."
So passed the greatest military genius our race has produced--the man
who never met defeat. His loss was mourned not only by the South but by
the world. His death extinguished a light on the shores of Time.
The leading London paper said of him:
"That mixture of daring and judgment which is the mark of heaven-born
generals distinguished him beyond any man of his age. The blows he
struck at the enemy were as terrible and decisive as those of Bonaparte
himself."
Thousands followed him in sorrow to the grave. The South was bathed in
tears.
Lee realized that he had lost his right arm and yet, undaunted, he
marshaled his legions and girded his loins for an invasion of Northern
soil.
CHAPTER XXXIII
THE ACCUSATION
Captain Welford had entered the Secret Service of the Confederacy
believing firmly that Socola was a Federal spy. He would not make known
his suspicions until he had secured evidence on which to demand his
arrest.
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