Wounds in the Rain: War Stories

Trees arched from a field of guinea-grass which re-sembled young wild corn. The day was still and dry. The men working were dressed in the consistent blue of Unit-ed States regulars. They looked indifferent, almost stolid, despite the heat and the labour. There was little talking. From time to time a Government pack-train, led by a sleek-sided tender bell-mare, came from one way or the other way, and the men stood aside as the strong, hard, black-and-tan animals crowded eagerly after their ...