. The blue and the gray, or, The Civil War as seen by a boy : a story of patriotism and adventure in our war for the Union . CHAPTER XIII. OLD BILL DIES. HE beautiful autumn days grew shorter. Novembers^ blasts were keenly felt, even in that sunny clime,and the boys looked forward with dismay to awinter passed in inaction. Why, well have to fight to keep warm,jolly Fred Greene said to the comrades gatheredround. Old Bill had been in hospital for many months. Ralphvisited him often, and the sick mans face would brighten, andhis voice grow stronger,whenever the boy came to his he see
. The blue and the gray, or, The Civil War as seen by a boy : a story of patriotism and adventure in our war for the Union . CHAPTER XIII. OLD BILL DIES. HE beautiful autumn days grew shorter. Novembers^ blasts were keenly felt, even in that sunny clime,and the boys looked forward with dismay to awinter passed in inaction. Why, well have to fight to keep warm,jolly Fred Greene said to the comrades gatheredround. Old Bill had been in hospital for many months. Ralphvisited him often, and the sick mans face would brighten, andhis voice grow stronger,whenever the boy came to his he seemed to have lost interest in everything pertaining tothis life. Ralph tried earnestly to induce him to talk of the eventspassing around them, but without success. One morning early in November, when he went to pay hisusual visit, the boy said: Bill, this is my first experience as a soldier. But youhave seen plenty of service before? The sick man shook his head slowly, but made no waited a few moments, and began to think his questionhad not been considered worthy of an answer, when Bill sud-denly spoke: Yes,
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