In the great sweep of the Civil War, one significant occurrence embodies it all. There is an air of mystery and reverence that surrounds the little crossroads town which fate chose for the bloodiest and most crucial battle in American history--the town of Gettysburg.

There is a remembrance of those who have walked the streets of Gettysburg, a spell cast over those who illustrate it now in a love of history, the use of a life, the mystique of the battlefield, whether child, adult, veteran, reenactor, tourist, or resident. Gettysburg will provide enjoyment for all wishing to satisfy a need for the historical, the emotional, the mysterious.

Yet something lingers. A morning mist shrouds these fields where men once lay dead and dying, twilight strolls along the marked terrain of Little Round Top featuring the musical repetition of crickets and not so familiar noises that make you wonder what is lurking there behind the shadows of every tree. Old ways die slowly. It is not unusual to feel a slight chill as you walk past the National Cemetery late at night. Skeptically descend to the cellar of historic Farnsworth House where tales of phantoms and spectres will leave you in worried shivers. And what of the dampness which held unfortunate Jennie Wade's body in state? The soft illumination of light lined streets will protect you.