It was early morning, and he was singing 'Annie Laurie' when the bullet killed him--like a lark shot down in the sun-rising....

His great friend came to see us when everything was over.

He was a very honest fellow, and couldn't have made up things to tell us if he had tried.

He sat and racked his brains for details, for he saw that we hungered and thirsted for anything.

At last he said, 'Sandy was a funny fellow.