Chapter seven
Chancellorsville, VirginiaFranklin Taylor climbed the telegraph pole effortlessly. At the peak, he wound his arm over the top wire and scanned the horizon in every direction. The dense wilderness lay before him, far to his left. There, in that mass of forest only a few miles away, were the two greatest armies on the continent, perhaps the world, separated only by timber and ground soon to be spotted with blood.
He hoped this line of telegraph wires was within distance of Hooker’s army.
Would they receive the message of the sneak attack in time?
Taylor reached inside the pouch slung over his shoulder and clutched the pocket telegraph relay in his hand. He opened it and placed it carefully on the flat top of the pole. His hands moved deftly, as he removed the rest of his eq
