Makes me think of home." Some one further down the trench was playing a mouth organ.

It was merely a thin stream of sound, but it had a soft seductive note.

The tune was American, a popular air.

It was glorified so far away and in such terrible places, and John suddenly grew sick for home and the pleasant people in the sane republic beyond the seas.

But he crushed the emotion and listened in silence as the player played on.
"A hundred of those little mouth-organs reached our brigade this morning," said Colton.