I thought Cerry Gordy was consid'able of a battle, but 'twas nothin' like this." "It's awful," sighed Tom, as he thought of the good fellows he had seen fall upon the field.
"Heaps of our boys have gone down!" "Attention--battalion!" came ringing with startling effect along the line, in the familiar tones of the intrepid colonel.
"If we win the day, we can afford to lose many.

Victory or death!" shouted Tom, as he sprang to his feet, in obedience to the command.

"More work for us!" "How do you feel, Tom ?" demanded the veteran, as they sprang into the line.
"All right," replied Tom, with a forced buoyancy of spirits.
"Are you sure, my boy ?" continued the veteran, gazing with deep anxiety into the face of the sergeant.
"I'm first rate, uncle.

I think I can stand it as long as any body else." "You have done wonders to-day, Tom.

I'm proud of you, but I'm afeared you are doing too much.