Joseph A. Altsheler,
Before the Dawn: A Story of the Fall of Richmond
“ Never did the Wilderness more deserve its name; gloomy at any time, it had new attributes of solemn majesty. Everything seemed to be in unison with those who lay there—the pitchy blackness, the low muttering of distant thunder, the fitful glimmer of the lightning, the stems of trees twisted and contorted by the gleam of the uncertain flashes, the white faces of the slain upturned to the sky seen dimly by the same light, the banks of smoke and vapour yet floating [Pg 231] through the forest, the strange, repellent odours, and the heavy, melancholy silence. ”
