CHAPTER VI  A CHRISTMAS DINNER

 After the great battle at Fredericksburg both armies seemed to suffer somewhat from reaction.  Besides, the winter deepened.  There was more snow, more icy rain, and more hovering of the temperature near the zero mark.  The vast sea of mud increased, and the swollen Rappahannock, deep at any time, flowed between the two armies.  Pickets often faced one another across the stream, sometimes firing, but oftener exchanging the news, when the river was not too wide for the shouted voice to reach.

Harry, despite his belief that the North would hold out, heard now that the hostile section had sunk into deep depression.  The troops had not been paid for six months.  Desertion into the interior went on on a great scale.  One commander-in-chief after another had failed.  After Antietam it had seemed that success could be won, but the South had come back stronger than ever and had won Fredericksburg, inflicting appalling loss upon the North.  Yet he heard that Lincoln never flinched.  The tall, gaunt, ugly man, telling his homely jokes, had more courage than anybody who had yet led the Union cause.

Harry often went down to Fredericksburg, where some houses still stood among the icy ruins.  A few families had returned, but as the town was still practically under the guns of the Northern army, it was left chiefly to the troops.

The Invincibles were stationed here, and Harry and Dalton got leave to spend Christmas day with its officers.  Nothing could bring more fully home to him the appalling waste and ruin of war than the sight of Fredericksburg.  Mud, ice and snow were deeper than ever in the streets. Many of the houses had been demolished by cannon balls and fire, and only fragments of them lay about the ground.  Others had been wrecked but partially, with holes in the roofs and the windows shot out. The white pillars in front of colonnaded mansions had been shattered and the fallen columns lay in the icy slough.  Long icicles hung from the burned portions of upper floors that still stood.

Used to war's ruin as he had become, Harry's eyes filled with tears at the sight.  It seemed a city dead, but not yet buried.  But on Christmas day his friends and he resolutely dismissed gloom, and, first making a brave pretence, finally succeeded in having real cheerfulness in a fine old brick house which