His chest heaved now in the feeling that he was identified with this guard, waiting for the colors to come to rest and shelter after the day of duty.

It stirred him in a way which he did not understand.
A simple, unintelligent man, of no great shrewdness, though free of any maudlin sentiment, he stood fast in the mid-street and saluted the flag, not because he was obliged to do so, but because he passionately craved to do so.
He turned to meet Annie Squires, who was hurrying away from her own quarters.

She held in her hand a letter which she waved at him as she approach.
"Look-it here!" she exclaimed.

"Look what I found.

Where's the Doc?
I want to see him right away." "He's like enough down at the lower dam by now," said Sim.
"Well, he'd ought to see this." "What is it ?" asked Sim, looking at it questioningly.