. Bullet and shell. War as the soldier saw it; camp, march, and picket; battlefield and bivouac; prison and hospital. beginning the fun. Well all be kilt beforenight, or loaded down wid glory ! he shouted, fairly dancingon his knees with excitement and delight. Silence in the ranks ! exclaimed Capt. Harding, who com-manded our company. Silence, I say ! Well be as mute as oysters, darlint, responded the irre-pressible Irishman, in a sort of stage-whisper. But why dontyez stop those skarmishers beyant ? Shure, theyre making themost noise. Just then one of our cannon, that had been placed in posi
. Bullet and shell. War as the soldier saw it; camp, march, and picket; battlefield and bivouac; prison and hospital. beginning the fun. Well all be kilt beforenight, or loaded down wid glory ! he shouted, fairly dancingon his knees with excitement and delight. Silence in the ranks ! exclaimed Capt. Harding, who com-manded our company. Silence, I say ! Well be as mute as oysters, darlint, responded the irre-pressible Irishman, in a sort of stage-whisper. But why dontyez stop those skarmishers beyant ? Shure, theyre making themost noise. Just then one of our cannon, that had been placed in posi-tion on a knoll behind us, opened fire, and sent a. shell shriek-ing over our heads. Holy mother of Moses ! An whats that ? bellowed Den-nis, as he cowered with the rest of us under the awful sound. Only a shell, you fool, testily remarked our sergeant. Havent you ever heard one before ? A shell, is it? Im much obleeged to you for the informa-tion. No, Ive never heard one before ; and je were notbrought up on that sort of egg-meat, either, Mr. Sargeant. Denniss whimsical answer turned the laugh on the sergeant;. J^S>
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