. Adventures and reminiscences of a volunteer, or A drummer boy from Maine . l my haver-sack from a full barrel of coffee that stood at the endof the tent. I had two haversacks for that purpose,for I went there with that intent ; but I came awaywith only one filled. I could not get a chance for theother ; it was on the wrong side. Finally the rationswere all aboard, and we started back. The boysrepeated the operation of throwing me into the vv^agonagain, and there was my opportunity. I would fillmy other haversack from the bags in the wagon ;thats what the boys expected I would do, and I didfr
. Adventures and reminiscences of a volunteer, or A drummer boy from Maine . l my haver-sack from a full barrel of coffee that stood at the endof the tent. I had two haversacks for that purpose,for I went there with that intent ; but I came awaywith only one filled. I could not get a chance for theother ; it was on the wrong side. Finally the rationswere all aboard, and we started back. The boysrepeated the operation of throwing me into the vv^agonagain, and there was my opportunity. I would fillmy other haversack from the bags in the wagon ;thats what the boys expected I would do, and I didfrom the first bag I could get into. Each companyhad its own bag. When we arrived at the breastworks my com-pany crowded around me for plunder. I dividedit up, and was looked upon as quite a hero, but whenthe rations were issued it was found our companysbag was short about thirty rations of sugar, but noone said a word. It was surmised that it got after day our regiment lay there and our army didnot seem to gain anything. I was becoming disgustedand 44 THE DRUMMER BOY FROM MAINE. One night the Johnnies made a charge on was the only time I ever fired a gun in the wholewar, and I honestly believe I killed a dozen men, forimmediately after they stopped firing. It was only afew moments, however ; on they came, only to berepulsed. They kept that up nearly all night, and Iserved my country by standing down in the trench,loading a gun and passing it up to my brother to did this all night, but I didnt see any less rebels inthe morninof. Our next order was to fall back, undercover of darkness. We fell back about a mile andhalted for some reason, I thought to get I built a little fire behind a stone wall, putmy coffee-pot on and the remnants of a pot of were getting nice and hot; my brother and Istood waiting, smacking our lips in the anticipationof a feast, when whizz came one of those nasty little Cohorn mortor shells a
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