THE SEA-ISLAND COTTON PLANTATIONS
 After this defeat of the Union
forces, the South was in high spirits.
They thought the war was as good
as ended in this one battle; but they
did not know, as well as they
did later, what the Northerners were made of, if
they imagined one defeat
would make them give up the "Union."
These soldiers, who had
enlisted only for three months,
were now, many of them
going home; but other troops were pouring in from
every town and village of the North. The North was
indeed awake now. Now a great army was raised,
and put under the charge of General McClellan, one of the
finest military officers of the war. He very soon got his
army into such fine order that they moved about as if they
had been brought up, every one, from babyhood, in battle
lines. This army was called the "Army of the Potomac."
The only fault that was ever found with this army was that
all this long fall and winter the army lay idle, except for two
or three little battles of no great importance.
GEN. G. B. MCCLELLAN
 Every evening, as the Northerner sat down to read his
evening paper, he read, "All quiet along the Potomac."
This was well enough for a time; but as week after week
passed, the North began to complain. Still, all remained
"quiet along, the Potomac"—until at last the very sound of
the sentence came to excite indignation and anger among the