Theodore Winthrop,
Washington as a Camp — Across the Long Bridge
(1863)
“ By the time we touched ground across the bridge, dawn was breaking, — a good omen for poor old sleepy Virginia. The moon, as bright and handsome as a new twenty-dollar piece, carried herself straight before us, — a splendid oriflamme.Lucky is the private who marches with the van! It may be the post of more danger, but it is also the post of lest dust. My throat, therefore, and my eyes and beard, wore the less Southern soil when we halted half a mile beyond the bridge, and let sunrise overtake us. ”
