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It is July 2, 1863, and the afternoon temperature in Gettysburg has reached the low 80s.
Daniel Sickles, the commander of a Federal force of ten thousand men, has set up his field headquarters on the outskirts of town beneath a large swamp white oak on Peter Trostle’s farm.
The shade of the oak tree, then seventy-five years old and of good size, offered a welcome respite from the damp heat wafting across the open farm fields.
Rain was coming.
By Brenda ElthonIt is July 2, 1863, and the afternoon temperature in Gettysburg has reached the low 80s.
Daniel Sickles, the commander of a Federal force of ten thousand men, has set up his field headquarters on the outskirts of town beneath a large swamp white oak on Peter Trostle’s farm.
The shade of the oak tree, then seventy-five years old and of good size, offered a welcome respite from the damp heat wafting across the open farm fields.
Rain was coming.