. Bullet and shell. War as the soldier saw it; camp, march, and picket; battlefield and bivouac; prison and hospital. unboats lying in the stream. Soon after wehad halted for camp, our naval vessels began shelling the woodsalong our front. Despite my pain, I slept soundly through thenight, my foot feeling stronger and easier for the rest. Dennishad been missing nearly all of the previous day; but he nowre-appeared, his absence explained by the segment of a hamand a bag of biscuit he triumphantly displayed before my eyes. Where did you get them ? I cried hungrily. Why, whin I found yesterday th
. Bullet and shell. War as the soldier saw it; camp, march, and picket; battlefield and bivouac; prison and hospital. unboats lying in the stream. Soon after wehad halted for camp, our naval vessels began shelling the woodsalong our front. Despite my pain, I slept soundly through thenight, my foot feeling stronger and easier for the rest. Dennishad been missing nearly all of the previous day; but he nowre-appeared, his absence explained by the segment of a hamand a bag of biscuit he triumphantly displayed before my eyes. Where did you get them ? I cried hungrily. Why, whin I found yesterday there was going to be nomore foighting, I made up my moind to forage a bit: so I wintdown among the wagons and bought these. You are sure you bought them ? said I a little doubtfully. To be shure. Troth, Id a shtole thim if there had bin noother way to get em. But I came acrost a countryman ofmoine, — a Munster man, — and he let me hev the whole for afoive-dollar bill. Well, he charged you enough for them, though he was acountryman, I remarked, laughing. Och! to the divil wid the money! What does it matter, so. A SAVAGE BOUT. 103 long as we dont starve? replied Dennis disdainfull)-, as hebusied himself getting breakfast ready. Sergeant Wilmot, youre detailed for guard-duty at thegenerals headquarters, said the sergeant-major, coming up, andsniffing at Denniss broiling ham. Guard-duty ! Why, its only a few days since I was thereon guard, I exclaimed, annoyed at the unpleasant prospect. I know it, Frank; but every sergeant above you on my listhas been killed, wounded, or is missing. So your turn comesround again in a hurry. Very well; but I am in a bad trim for headquarters duty. Were none of us great dandies just now, replied thesergeant-major, glancing at his own soiled uniform. Butwhats this youve got for breakfast ? A bit of ham and some sutlers biscuit. Sit down and joinus, Fitzgerald, said I hospitably. Thats an invitation not to be slighted. Ive not had anything yet beyo
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