. Bullet and shell. War as the soldier saw it; camp, march, and picket; battlefield and bivouac; prison and hospital. ral, sah, of dis yeah city, was his response. Entering the street again, Ave sauntered along the avenue,and at Denniss suggestion entered Willards Hotel, where Ihad stopped while on my way home from the valley. We cant sell any thing to soldiers, said the barkeeper,evidently as-tonished a tour igno-rance of theregulations ;a group ofofficers at thecounter join-ing in hisstare at mydemand. Not sellto soldiers II exclaimed: why, youare selling tothese, pointing to the officers. O
. Bullet and shell. War as the soldier saw it; camp, march, and picket; battlefield and bivouac; prison and hospital. ral, sah, of dis yeah city, was his response. Entering the street again, Ave sauntered along the avenue,and at Denniss suggestion entered Willards Hotel, where Ihad stopped while on my way home from the valley. We cant sell any thing to soldiers, said the barkeeper,evidently as-tonished a tour igno-rance of theregulations ;a group ofofficers at thecounter join-ing in hisstare at mydemand. Not sellto soldiers II exclaimed: why, youare selling tothese, pointing to the officers. Oh ! thems officers, not soldiers, he replied. Begorra, Frank, but hes roight. They dont look asthough they ever saw a picket-skarmish, let alone a rigilarscrimmage, remarked Dennis with a merry laugh. In the lobby we encountered General Wadsworth, who shookhis head good-humoredly on seeing us leaving the bar-room. Well, boys, how are you enjoying yourselves? Been aftersomething to drink, I suppose. Yes, general: we asked for some ale; but as we are onlyenlisted men, and do not sport shoulder-straps, we have been. WE CAN T SELL TO SOLDIERS. 82 BULLET AND SHELL. refused, though theres half a dozen officers in there alreadyhalf tipsy. Well, well, they wont refuse me, so come along, said theold general in a genial way. A bottle of champagne and some glasses, said he to thebarkeeper, ignoring the salutes made him by the officers. Now,boys, heres to General McClellan and his army. Youll likethat toast. Couldnt have a better one, giniral, if you tried for a week,cried Dennis enthusiastically, as he drained his glass. Now, sergeant, Ill bid you good-day. Good luck to youboth, said the general; and we finished the bottle. When the military governor left us we were soon surroundedby the officers, and they began pressing Dennis and myself tojoin them in more drinking. My comrade was nothing lothto do so, and I had some difficulty in getting him safely away. In due time we re-embarked; the
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