When the boy in “Chickamauga” fell asleep, the animals seemed to be celebrating. The wood-birds sang merrily above his head, the squirrels, whisking their bravery of tail, ran barking from tree to tree……and from somewhere far away came a strange, muffled thunder, as if the partridges were drumming in celebration of Nature’s victory over the son of her immemorial enslavers,” (pg. 1204). The wounded men that he saw were also compared to animals. “Suddenly he saw before him a strange moving object, which he took to be some large animal……Before it had approached near enough to resolve his doubts he saw that it was followed by another – and another. To right and to left were many more: the whole open space about him was alive with them – all moving
