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fiction by Stephen Crane

Blurb

The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting. As the landscape changed from brown to green, the army awakened, and began to tremble with eagerness at the noise of rumors. It cast its eyes upon the roads, which were growing from long troughs of liquid mud to proper thoroughfares. A river, amber-tinted in the shadow of its banks, purled at the army's feet; and at night, when the stream had become of a sorrowful blackness, one could see across it the red, eyelike gleam of hostile camp-fires set in the low brows of distant hills.

First Published

1895

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Robert.mercer

I read this book a couple years ago because I kind of felt guilty because my dad got me this book in grade school and I never read it. I was impressed to find out that the author never saw battle. He really captures human emotion in this book. It deserves to be a classic.

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