Mary Elizabeth Wilson Sherwood,
An Epistle to Posterity — Chapter V
(1897)
“ I saw General McClellan with his two young aides, the French princes. Count de Paris and Duc de Chartres, ride into Washington so encrusted with mud that they looked like fossil monsters. All about the city for thirty miles spread the tents, the camp-fires, the stockades of a citizen soldiery, apprentices to the great art of war. Every new condition of human life, every possible embarrassment of climate, food, and shelter, came to try men's souls. Suffering of the keenest dwelt in those tents, besides joviality and excitement ”
