iers
or civilians, being made to suffer for their share in the rebellion. The
credit of this magnanimous conduct was to a great extent due to Generals
Grant and Sherman, the former of whom took upon himself the
responsibility of granting terms which, although they were finally
ratified by his government, were at the time received with anger and
indignation in the North. It was impossible, in the course of a single
volume, to give even a sketch of the numerous and complicated operations
of the war, and I have therefore confined myself to the central point of
the great struggle--the attempts of the Northern armies to force their
way to Richmond, the capital of Virginia and the heart of the
Confederacy. Even in recounting the leading events in these campaigns, I
have burdened my story with as few details as possible, it being my
object now, as always, to amuse, as well as to give instruction in the
facts of history.

Yours sincerely,

G. A. Henty.

CONTENTS.

CHAPTER

I. A Virginia Plantation,

II. Buying a Slave,

III. Aiding a Runaway,

IV. Safely Back,

V. Secession,

VI. Bull Run,

VII. The "Merrimac" and the "Monitor,"

VIII. McClellan's Advance,

IX. A Prisoner,

X. The Escape,

XI. Fugitives,

XII. The Bushwhackers,

XIII. Laid Up,

XIV. Across the Border,

XV. Fredericksburg,

XVI. The Search for Dinah,

XVII. Chancellorsville,

XVIII. A Perilous Undertaking,

XIX. Free!

XX. The End of the Struggle,

WITH LEE IN VIRGINIA.

CHAPTER I.

A VIRGINIA PLANTATION.

"I won't have it, Pearson; so it's no use your talking. If I had my way
you shouldn't touch any of the field hands. And when I get my way--that
won't be so very long--I will take very good care you shan't. But you
shan't hit Dan."

"He is not one of the regular house hands," was the reply; "and I shall
appeal to Mrs. Wingfield as to whether I am to be interfered with in the
discharge of my duties."

"You may appeal to my mother if you like, but I don't think that you
will get much by it. You are too fond of that whip, Pearson. It never
was heard on the estate during my father's time, and it shan't be again
when it comes to be mine, I can tell you. Come along, Dan; I want you at
the stables."

Vincent Wingfield turned on his heel, and followed by Dan, a negro lad
of some eighteen years old, he walked toward the house, leaving Jonas
Pearson, th