d to attack again, but the
Confederate army was gone, carrying with it vast stores of supplies that
it had gathered on the way.

The rains, too, had come. They had begun the morning after the battle,
and they poured for days. In the southeast, among the mountains toward
which Bragg had turned the head of his army, the roads were quagmires.
Nevertheless he had toiled on and was passing through Cumberland Gap.
Buell had gone in the other direction toward the southwest, and then
came the news that he was relieved of his command, and that Rosecrans
would take his place.

Dick felt the call of the trumpet. He knew that his comrades were now
down there in Tennessee with the army under Rosecrans, and he felt that
he must join them. His mother begged him to stay. He had done enough for
his country. He had fought in great battles, and he had narrowly escaped
a mortal wound. He should come home, and stay safely at Pendleton until
the war was over.

But Dick, though grieving with her, felt that he must go. He would stay
with the army until the end, and he departed for Lexington, where he
took the train for Louisville. Thence he went southward directly by
rail to Bowling Green, where the Northern army was encamped, with
lines stretching as far south as Nashville, and where he received the
heartiest of greetings from his comrades.

"I knew you'd come," said Warner. "Perhaps a man with a mother like
yours ought to stay at home, and again he ought to come. So there you
are, and here you are!"

Dick was familiar with the country about Bowling Green. It was a part
of the state in which he had relatives, and he had visited it more than
once. He also saw the camps left by Buckner's men nearly a year ago,
when they were marching southward to be taken by Grant at Donelson.
Since he had come back to this region it seemed to him that they were
always fighting their battles over again. Grant and Rosecrans had fought
a terrible but victorious battle at Corinth in Mississippi, and now
Rosecrans had come north while Grant remained in the further south. He
was sorry it was not Grant who commanded on that line. He would have
been glad to be under his command again, to feel that strong and sure
hand on the reins once more.

Dick stayed a while in Bowling Green, and he saw all his relatives in
the little city. They were mostly on the other side, but they could not
resist an ingenuous youth like Dick, and he passed some pleasant hours
with the