"It will be nearly as welcome to me as shoes." They rode on over hills and valleys, and brooks and creeks, the names of none of which they knew.

They stopped to drink at the streams, and the thirsty horses drank also.

But it remained hard for the infantry.
They were trained campaigners, however, and they did not complain as they toiled forward through the heat and dust.
They came presently to round hillocks, over which they passed, then they saw a fertile valley, watered by a creek, and beyond that the roofs of a town with orchards behind it.
"Gettysburg!" said Dalton.
"It must be the place," said Harry.

"Picturesque, isn't it?
Look at those two hills across there, rising so steeply." One of the hills, the one that lay farther to the south, a mass of apparently inaccessible rocks, rose more than two hundred feet above the town.

The other, about a third of a mile from the first, was only half its height.