The hillside is dotted with those who have fallen, and there are rows of them lying near the water.

Now everything is quieting down again." "Glory ter God! for He has at last given the enemy inter our hands.

Come and kiss me, honey, an' say good-by." From the throats of twenty-five thousand excited spectators of the destruction of Breckenridge's division rose cheers of triumph that echoed to the clouds.
"What sweet music that is!" said Aunt Debby, half unclosing her eyes.
"God bless ye, honey.

Good-by." The gentle eyes closed forever.
Late in the evening Dr.Denslow's stretcher corps brough in Harry Glen, who had fallen in the last charge with a flesh wound in the leg.

Until he woke the next morning to find her sitting by his bedside, Harry thought he had been dreaming all the time that Rachel Bond had come to him, dressed in quaint country garb, and loosed with gentle, painless fingers the stiff, blood-encrusted bandage about his head, and replaced it with something that soothed and eased his fevered temples.
"I have very good news for you," she said, later in the day.