. General Nelson's scout. ly, and I will detail you for the posi-tion. So Hugh Raymond became an orderly to Gen-eral Nelson, and learned to love him as much ashe once hated him. Now occurred one of those strange psychologicalimpressions which science has never yet feeling came to Fred that he must ride over thebattlefield. It was as if some unseen hand waspulling him, some power exerted that he could notresist. He mounted his horse and rode away, thecourse he took leading him to the place where Tra-bues Kentucky brigade made its last desperatestand. Suddenly the prostrate figure of
. General Nelson's scout. ly, and I will detail you for the posi-tion. So Hugh Raymond became an orderly to Gen-eral Nelson, and learned to love him as much ashe once hated him. Now occurred one of those strange psychologicalimpressions which science has never yet feeling came to Fred that he must ride over thebattlefield. It was as if some unseen hand waspulling him, some power exerted that he could notresist. He mounted his horse and rode away, thecourse he took leading him to the place where Tra-bues Kentucky brigade made its last desperatestand. Suddenly the prostrate figure of a Confederateofficer, apparently dead, attracted Freds he looked a great fear clutched at his heart,causing it to stand still. Springing from his horse,he bent over the death-like form; then with a cryof anguish sank on his knees beside it. He hadlooked into the face of his father. Oh! he is dead, he is dead! he moaned. Bending down, he placed his ear over hisfathers heart; a faint fluttering could be ,^^ from his Horse, he bent o\er the death-like form. Mr SON! MT SON! 317 It beats! he lives! he lives! he cried, joy-ously. With eager eyes he searched for the wound. Aball had shattered Colonel Shackelfords leg, andhe was bleeding to death. For Fred to cut away the clothing from aroundthe wound, and then to take a handkerchief andtightly twist it around the limb above the woundwas the work of a moment. The flow of bloodwas stopped. Tenderly was Colonel Shackelfordcarried back, his weeping son walking by his surgeon carefully examined the wounded limb,and then brusquely said: It will have to comeoff. Oh! no, no, not that! cried Fred, piteously. Its that, or his life, shortly answered thesurgeon. Do it then, hoarsely replied Fred, as heturned away unable to bear the cruel sight. When Colonel Shackelford came to himself, hewas lying in a state-room in a steamboat, and wasrapidly gliding down the Tennessee. Fred was sit-ting by his side, watc
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