Copperhead (Nathaniel Starbuck Chronicles #2)

Copperhead (Nathaniel Starbuck Chronicles #2)

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by Bernard Cornwell
     
 

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The Nathaniel Starbuck Chronicles, Book Two
Ball's Bluff, 1862

The beloved Confederate Captain Nate Starbuck returns to the front lines of the Civil War in this second installment of Bernard Cornwell's acclaimed Nathaniel Starbuck Chronicles. It is the summer of 1862, and Nate has been bloodied but victorious at the battles of Ball's Bluff and Seven Pines. But

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The Nathaniel Starbuck Chronicles, Book Two
Ball's Bluff, 1862

The beloved Confederate Captain Nate Starbuck returns to the front lines of the Civil War in this second installment of Bernard Cornwell's acclaimed Nathaniel Starbuck Chronicles. It is the summer of 1862, and Nate has been bloodied but victorious at the battles of Ball's Bluff and Seven Pines. But he can't escape his Northern roots, and it is only a matter of time until he's accused of being a Yankee spy, pursued, and brutally interrogated. To clear his name, he must find the real traitor — a search that will require extraordinary courage, endurance, and a perilous odyssey through enemy territory.

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ISBN-13:
9780786119714
Publisher:
Blackstone Audio, Inc.
Publication date:
09/01/2001
Series:
Nathaniel Starbuck Chronicles Series, #2
Edition description:
UNABRIDGED

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Chapter One

The invasion began at midnight.

It was not truly an invasion, just a heavy raid on a rebel encampment that a patrol had spotted among the thick woods that crowned the high bluffs on the Virginia side of the river, but to the two thousand men who waited to cross the bleak slate-gray swirl of the Potomac River this night's exertions seemed more momentous than a mere raid. This fight across the river was their opportunity to prove their critics wrong. Nursery soldiers, one newspaper had called them; wonderfully trained and beautifully drilled, but much too precious to be dirtied in battle. Yet tonight the despised nursery soldiers would fight. Tonight the Army of the Potomac would carry fire and steel to a rebel encampment and if all went well they would march on to occupy the town of Leesburg, which lay two miles beyond the enemy camp. The expectant soldiers imagined the shamefaced citizens of the Virginia town waking to see the Stars and Stripes flying over their community again, and then they imagined themselves marching south, ever farther south, until the rebellion was crushed and America was reunited in peace and brotherhood.

"You bastard!" a voice shouted loudly from the river's edge where a work party had been launching a boat carried from the nearby Chesapeake and Ohio Canal. One of the work party had slipped in the clay, dropping the boat's stem onto a sergeant's foot. "You no-good son of a bitch goddamn bastard!" The Sergeant hopped away from the boat.

"Sorry," the man said nervously.

"I'll give you sorry, you bastard!"

"Silence! Keep it quiet now!" An officer, resplendent in a new gray overcoat that was handsomely lined in red, clambered down the steep bank and helped lift the skiff toward the river's gray water from which a small mist crept to hide the lower slopes of the far bank. They labored beneath a high moon, no clouds, and a spread of stars so bright and clean they seemed like an augury of success. It was October, the fragrant month when the air smelt of apples and woodsmoke, and when the sweltering dog days of summer gave way to clear sharp weather that held just enough promise of winter to persuade the troops to wear their fine new overcoats that were the same color as the river's drifting mist.

The first boats pushed clumsily off the bank. The oars clattered in the oarlocks, then dipped and splashed as the boats receded into the mist. The men, who a moment before had been cursing and cumbersome creatures clambering down the clay bank into the clumsy boats, were mysteriously transformed into warrior silhouettes, spiky with weapons, who glided silent and noble through the vaporous night toward the misted shadows of the enemy shore. The officer who had remonstrated with the Sergeant stared wistfully across the water. "I suppose," he said softly to the men around him, "that this was how Washington felt on the night he crossed the Delaware?"

"A much colder night, that one, I think," a second officer, a young student from Boston, replied.

"It'll be cold enough here soon," the first officer, a major, said. "There's only two months till Christmas." When the Major had marched to war, newspapers had promised that the rebellion would be over by fall, but now the Major was wondering whether he would be home with his wife and three children for the family rituals of Christmas. On Christmas Eve they sang carols on Boston Common, the children's faces lit by lanterns hung on poles, and afterward there were warm punch and slivers of cooked goose in the church vestry. Then on Christmas Day they went to his wife's parents' farm in Stoughton, where they harnessed the horses and the children laughed in delight as they trotted down country roads in a cloud of snow and a tinkling of sleigh bells.

"And I rather suspect General Washington's organization was superior to ours," the student-turned-lieutenant said in an amused voice. His name was Holmes and he was clever enough to awe his superiors, but usually intelligent enough not to let that cleverness alienate their affections.

"I am sure our organization will suffice," the Major said just a little too defensively.

"I am sure you're right," Lieutenant Holmes said, though he was not sure of that fact at all. Three regiments of northern troops waited to cross, and there were just three small boats to carry them from the Maryland shore to the island that lay close to the river's far bank, upon which island the troops must land before reembarking on two more boats for the final short crossing to the Virginia mainland. Doubtless they were crossing the river at the spot closest to the enemy encampment, but Lieutenant Holmes could not really understand why they did not cross a mile upstream where no island obstructed the river. Maybe, Holmes surmised, this was such an unlikely crossing place that the rebels would never think to guard it, and that seemed the best explanation he could find.

But if the choice of crossing place was obscure, at least the night's purpose was clear. The expedition would climb the Virginia bluffs to attack the rebel camp and capture as many Confederates as possible. Some rebels would get away, but those fugitives would find their flight blocked by a second Yankee force that was crossing the river five miles downstream. That force would cut the turnpike that led from Leesburg to the rebel headquarters at Centreville, and by trapping the defeated rebel forces it would provide the North with a small but significant victory to prove that the Army of the Potomac could do more than just drill and train and mount impressive parades. The capture of Leesburg would be a welcome bonus, but the night's real purpose was to prove that the...

Copperhead. Copyright © by Bernard Cornwell. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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Meet the Author

BERNARD CORNWELL is the author of the acclaimed New York Times bestselling Saxon Tales series, which includes The Last Kingdom, The Pale Horseman, Lords of the North, Sword Song, The Burning Land, Death of Kings, The Pagan Lord, and, most recently, The Empty Throne, and which serves as the basis for the BBC America series The Last Kingdom. He lives with his wife on Cape Cod and in Charleston, South Carolina.

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Copperhead (Nathaniel Starbuck Chronicles #2) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 25 reviews.
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Couldn't put it down.
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dizazter More than 1 year ago
This is the second book of four in the Nathaniel Starbuck series set in the Civil War. The book was good, following the exploits of Starbuck as he continued to fight two battles, one in the field and one within. While not quite as good as the first book as it dragged on at times, I would recommend it to anyone who enjoys historical fiction. Cornwell is a great writer.
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sdb More than 1 year ago
As usual, Bernard Cornwell's historical research is first-rate, his writing is excellent, and his story engaging. Even if you've never considered yourself a Civil War buff, you will be enthralled by this story.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
The story of Nate Starbuck continues to get better and better. Volumes one and two were great, but volumes three and four are even better. The entire Starbuck Cghronicles is good, and is a must read for any Civil war fan.I just wish Mr. Cornwell would get around to writing the next volume, because the story is clearly not finished.
Guest More than 1 year ago
It is the spring and early summer of 1862. George Mclellan has launched a mission to take Richmond, the confederate capital. While the confederates are dug in around Richmond, Nate Starbuck is accused of being a spy by his arch rival enemy, Faulconer. Nate has to fight the accusations and also fight against his home friends he meets at ball's bluff and later fights bloody battles yet seen on american soil at seven pines, and gaines mill. once again, an excellent plot and storytelling of the civil war.
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