. Adventures and reminiscences of a volunteer, or A drummer boy from Maine . Tlie Great Mine Explosion in Front of Petersburg. t^ bated breath forthe signal or pro-longed rumble ofthat expected ex-plosion. It didnot come, how-ever. The sus-pense was brokenby the appear-ance nearly a half THE DRUMMER BOY FROM .MAINE. 55 a mile away, of a soldier with something- white onhis back, that made a sfood taroret for the rebelsharpsliooters, Down the railroad I came. I reachedthe first line of earthworks. For a short distance Iwould keep on top. In this way I kept on, on, firstrunning one breastwork the
. Adventures and reminiscences of a volunteer, or A drummer boy from Maine . Tlie Great Mine Explosion in Front of Petersburg. t^ bated breath forthe signal or pro-longed rumble ofthat expected ex-plosion. It didnot come, how-ever. The sus-pense was brokenby the appear-ance nearly a half THE DRUMMER BOY FROM .MAINE. 55 a mile away, of a soldier with something- white onhis back, that made a sfood taroret for the rebelsharpsliooters, Down the railroad I came. I reachedthe first line of earthworks. For a short distance Iwould keep on top. In this way I kept on, on, firstrunning one breastwork then another, till I reachedthe front line. On top of this I ran the whole length,heedless and unmindful of the rebel bullets thatpelted about me. I almost flew along. The soldiersshouted to me to keep clown, but I heeded them I reached the place where my regiment was,jumped down as coolly as if I had run no risk, depos-ited my bag, received the congratulations of my com-pany, who examined me all over to see if there wereany wounds. They found none, however, but
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