The old place looked natural like, only it seemed to have a sort of graveyard loneliness about it.
A MAN IN THE WELL On leaving Dalton, after a day's march, we had stopped for the night.
Our guns were stacked, and I started off with a comrade to get some wood to cook supper with.

We were walking along, he a little in the rear, when he suddenly disappeared.

I could not imagine what had become of him.

I looked everywhere.

The earth seemed to have opened and swallowed him.