I can feel it.

Wish I could get such a letter myself, Henry." Lawton, his letter in his hand, retreated rapidly amid envious cheers.
"Charles Carson, Lane's brigade." "Dead at Fredericksburg, sir; I helped to bury him." "Thomas Carstairs, Field's brigade." "Killed at the Second Manassas, sir." "Richard Graves, Archer's brigade." "Died in hospital after Antietam, sir." "David Moulton, Field's brigade." "Killed nearly a year ago, in the valley, sir." "William Fitzpatrick, Lane's brigade." "Taken prisoner at Antietam.

Not yet exchanged, sir." "Herbert Jones, Pender's brigade." "Killed at South Mountain, sir." Harry felt a little shiver.

The list of those who would never receive their letters was growing too long.

But this delivery of the mail seemed to run in streaks.