second half of June had been rainy, but there had been several days of
dry weather now, allowing the dust to gather. Harry and Dalton soon
became very hot and thirsty. The sun did not drive away the vapors as
soon as they had expected, and the air grew heavier.

"I hope they'll have plenty of good drinking water in Gettysburg,"
said Harry. "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. They were Round Top and Little Round Top. In the mists and
vapors and at the distance the two hills looked like ancient towers.
Harry and George gazed at them, and then their eyes turned to the town.