Say you're 'fulfilling a sacred trust!' See?
Good idea, old man! Ta-ta!" and he trotted quickly after his superior.
Courtland remained with the letter and photograph in his hand, gazing abstractedly after him.

The smoke had rolled quite away from the fields on the left, but still hung heavily down the south on the heels of the flying cavalry.

A long bugle call swelled up musically from below.

The freed sun caught the white flags of two field hospitals in the woods and glanced tranquilly on the broad, cypress-fringed, lazy-flowing, and cruel but beautiful Southern river, which had all unseen crept so smilingly that morning through the very heart of the battle..