Quote#Nature
Well, on the fatal morning... the sun rose clear and cloudless, the…
Quote bySamuel R. Watkins · 1839–1901
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "Co. Aytch" (1882), p. 142, on the morning of the Battle of Kennesaw Mountain (June 27, 1864).
English (original)
Well, on the fatal morning... the sun rose clear and cloudless, the heavens seemed made of brass, and the earth of iron, and as the sun began to mount towards the zenith, everything became quiet, and no sound was heard save a peckerwood on a neighboring tree, tapping on its old trunk, trying to find a worm for his dinner. We all knew it was but the dead calm that precedes the storm.
— Samuel R. Watkins
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