In the midst of life; tales of soldiers and civilians . wanders, said anofficer standing near. 1 His mind does not wander, the adjutant-general said. I have a memorandum fromhim about this business ; he had given thatsame order to Hasterlick —with a motionof the hand toward the dead provost-marshal— and, by God ! it shall be executed. Ten minutes later Sergeant Parker Adder-son, of the Federal army, philosopher andwit, kneeling in the moonlight and beggingincoherently for his life, was shot to death bytwenty men. As the voile) rang out uponthe keen air of the winter midnight, GeneralClavering,
In the midst of life; tales of soldiers and civilians . wanders, said anofficer standing near. 1 His mind does not wander, the adjutant-general said. I have a memorandum fromhim about this business ; he had given thatsame order to Hasterlick —with a motionof the hand toward the dead provost-marshal— and, by God ! it shall be executed. Ten minutes later Sergeant Parker Adder-son, of the Federal army, philosopher andwit, kneeling in the moonlight and beggingincoherently for his life, was shot to death bytwenty men. As the voile) rang out uponthe keen air of the winter midnight, GeneralClavering, lying white and still in the redglow of the camp-fire, opened his big blueeyes, looked pleasantly upon those abouthim, and said : How silent it all is ! i6o fln tbe /H5>iDst of Xtfe The surgeon looked at the adjutant-general, gravely and significantly. Thepatients eyes slowly closed, and thus helay for a few moments ; then, his face suf-fused with a smile of ineffable sweetness, hesaid, faintly: I suppose this must bedeath, and so passed Bn affair of ©utposte i CONCERNING THE WISH TO BE DEAD TWO men sat in conversation. One wasthe Governor of the State. The yearwas 1861 ; the war was on and the Governoralready famous for the intelligence and zealwith which he directed all the powers andresources of his State to the service of theUnion. What! you ? the Governor was say-ing in evident surprise—you too want amilitary commission ? Really the fifingand drumming must have effected a pro-found alteration in your convictions. Inmy character of recruiting sergeant I sup-pose I ought not to be fastidious, but—there was a touch of irony in his manner— 161 162 in tbe diMost of Xife well, have you forgotten that an oath ofallegiance is required ? I have altered neither my convictionsnor my sympathies, said the other, tran-quilly. While my sympathies are withthe South, as you do me the honor to recol-lect, I have never doubted that the Northwas in the right. I am a Sout
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