I shall always see him, as he was when he went away, a tall, strong man with brown hair and blue eyes.

Another fell in Pickett's charge at Gettysburg.

They told me that his body lay across one of the Union guns on Cemetery Hill.

That, too, was a glorious death, and like his brother he shall live for me as long as I live.

The third is alive and with Lee." She had stopped knitting, but now she resumed it, and, during another embarrassed pause, the click, click of the needles was the only sound heard in the room.
"I regret it, madame," resumed Dick, "but we must search the house thoroughly." "Proceed," she said again in that tone of finality.
"Take the men and look carefully through every room," said Dick to the sergeant.