. 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 . risoners. Even while the houses were being consumed, Ralph wentback to assist those who had received the bullets of the sharp-shooters. Some had fallen overboard, and sunk in the were lying as they had fallen, their cold hands sUllgrasping their weapons, which they would never use again. Onepoor fellow was kneeling in the bottom of the boat, his fingeron the trigger of his musket, and his staring eyes fixed on theshore. Ralph shuddered. Could he ever become
. 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 . risoners. Even while the houses were being consumed, Ralph wentback to assist those who had received the bullets of the sharp-shooters. Some had fallen overboard, and sunk in the were lying as they had fallen, their cold hands sUllgrasping their weapons, which they would never use again. Onepoor fellow was kneeling in the bottom of the boat, his fingeron the trigger of his musket, and his staring eyes fixed on theshore. Ralph shuddered. Could he ever become inured tothese dreadful sights?- Bill Elliott was leaning over the side of the boat, in a half-stupor. The wound in his head had opened afresh, and thered stream was running down his face, staining its ghastlywhiteness crimson. His arm hung useless by his side, shatteredby a bullet. Opening his eyes at the sound of Ralphs voice,he whispered faintly: I thought youd come arter me. Theyve fixed me thistime, sure, and he relapsed into unconsciousness. A litter was soon hurried together, and Old Bill was placedin
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