When 1862 dawned few realized how dire the situation was for the Republic.... General George Brinton McClellan went to Washington, D.C., to take over command of the United States Army. At 2 A.M. on the third night after his arrival, he was working over his maps and studying the reports of the scouts when a feeling of intense weariness caused him to lean his head on his folded arms on the table where he fell asleep.
"General McClellan, do you sleep at your post? Rouse you, or ere it can be prevented, the foe will be in Washington.”
In his published article General McClellan described his strange feelings.... He seemed suspended in infinite space and the voice came from a hollow distance all about him....The furnishings and walls of the room had vanished leaving only the table covered with maps before him. But he found himself gazing upon a living map of America including the entire area from the Mississippi River to the Atlantic Ocean.
McClellan was aware of the being that stood beside him, but could only identify it as a vapor having the vague outline of a man.
As he looked at the living map the general was at first amazed and then elated as he saw the troop movements and a complete pattern of the enemy's lines and distribution of forces. This knowledge would enable him to terminate the war speedily. But this elation dissolved as he saw the enemy occupy positions he had intended occupying within the next few days. He realized his plans were known to the enemy.
"But her mission will not then be finished; for ere another century shall have gone by, the oppressors of the whole world shall join themselves together and raise up their hands against her. But if she still be found worthy of her high calling, [the enemy] shall surely be discomfited.
"Then will be ended her third and last great struggle for existence.