A small group of officers stood at the tree line. To their immediate front, resting across an open field lay fresh mounds of earth—earthworks constructed by the Confederate infantry. Each man studied the ground intently, some conversing in hushed tones. Others stood silently, chewing on cigars, taking in the scene before them. Cautiously, as the conversations dissipated they began to make their way back to their own picket line. One man lingered while the others left his side. Emory Upton stood by himself for a few moments, taking a some last mental notes of the enemy lines. Turning his back, he walked steadily to rejoin his comrades.
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