Because of the nature of an army camp like Camp Stoneman, just south of the nation's capital, it was not unusual to hear gunshots. They were sometimes heard because of firing practice, and sometimes heard because a sleepy-eyed picket saw a tree move and shot at it when it refused to respond to a peremptory challenge. Sometimes a horse at the cavalry depot had to be put down. But two incidents occurred during George's time in Camp Stoneman that foreshadowed the hazards of combat.
The first occurred in the dead of night. A number of shots were heard, distant and then more somewhat nearer. George's eyes snapped open and he sat bolt upright. Hez asked, "What is going on?"
"Sounds like some trouble." More shots. George said louder, "Fellows! Wake up!" He threw off his blanket and started putting on his clothes.
Creque, the bugler, asked, "Are those shots?"
Emly asked, "Who's shooting?"
A bugle sounded, and Creque jumped into action. He threw on his coat and boots, grabbed his bugle, and ran off. George strapped on his revolver.
Hez objected, "What good is that? We don't have cartridges or caps."
"Maybe Sarge will issue munitions. Best to be prepared. Come on!" He ran out and saw quite a few signs of something unusual happening; men heading towards the captain's tent, men craning their heads toward the gunfire.
"The shots are over that way," someone said. He was pointing southeast, into Maryland countryside. More shots could be heard in that direction.
Bugles sounded assembly, and that made it official. George ran to his place, and soon the company was formed. No more shots could be heard now. Sergeant Lane came from the captain's tent. "Enemy raid. Wait for further orders."
Hez asked, "Enemy raid? Here?" Other boys started asking questions, but Lane shut them up. "Company, attention! Just wait for orders." So the men had to stand and just wait in silence for a while. Then the bugles sounded recall. Lane said, "All right, the excitement is over. Go on back to bed. Company dismissed."
Boys started up asking questions again but Lane just said, "We'll hear all about it in the morning. I'm going back to bed."
Sergeant Lane was right. The next morning, the story was told, retold, and embellished. It had been a raid by a rebel guerrilla band, trying to obtain horses and weapons. They had succeeded in obtaining none of either. The brazenness of the raid was discussed, and the route of the attackers was conjectured on; one theory held that they must have come between Forts Snyder and Carroll, and escaped the same way, over the ridge and across Oxen Run.
But the part of the story that made the biggest impression on George was that someone had actually been killed. The storyteller said, "It was a fellow name of August Holburton."
George commented, "That's awful."
Hez asked, "Did you know him?"
"No. That doesn't make it less awful."
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