. I will be a sailor : a book for boys . were muchamused by this assumption, and the latter replied,laughingly, Blanche, dont forget Mississippi !Whenever you use braggadocio about England, Ishall remind you of it by saying, Mississippi, IMis-sissippi! 164 I WILL BE A SAILOR. CHAPTER XXI. THE WOUNDED SAILOR. Day after day passed, aiid no news came fromLarry. Ah, how many hearts were wrung withanxiety for the absent ones ! How many soughtwith half-blinded eyes among the lists of the killedand womided for some beloved name, with a mortaldread of finding it there ! It was a bright morning in the
. I will be a sailor : a book for boys . were muchamused by this assumption, and the latter replied,laughingly, Blanche, dont forget Mississippi !Whenever you use braggadocio about England, Ishall remind you of it by saying, Mississippi, IMis-sissippi! 164 I WILL BE A SAILOR. CHAPTER XXI. THE WOUNDED SAILOR. Day after day passed, aiid no news came fromLarry. Ah, how many hearts were wrung withanxiety for the absent ones ! How many soughtwith half-blinded eyes among the lists of the killedand womided for some beloved name, with a mortaldread of finding it there ! It was a bright morning in the middle of was at the gate, waiting for the morningpaper, which was daily dropped there by the post-man. As she looked intently down the road leadingto Lancaster, she saw some one coming slowly,slowly on crutches, — some one in a sailors must be Larry! Slowly and feebly he came for-ward, but Blanche was too anxious to stay at thegate, and ran forward to meet him. A pale, thin face met her eye, but it was Poor fellow . cried ;in<-lio, youve been woundcfl; wheredid you come from r Pasje Kir). THE -ROUNDED SAILOR. 1G5 Poor fellow ! cried Blanche, you ve been■vronnded. Where did you come from ? Straight from New Orleans ! was the reply. From New Orleans ! They were now at thegate. Come m and rest yourself. Thank you, INIiss ; I am rather tired, and shouldbe glad to stop awhile. Blanche opened the gate for the stranger, and thenran to the house to say that a poor, wounded sailor,from New Orleans, was coming, and perhaps mighttell them something about Larry. Mr. IVIiddlefieldand Mrs. Lockwell tliought it very doubtful; buthastened to the door, there to meet Tom Brunt indeed, but alas! how changed from thehale, hearty fellow of other days. He stood, leaningon his crutches, but made out to touch his blue sailor-cap in the most respectful manner, and the first wordshe spoke were, How s sister Mercy ? Come in, come in, and we will tell y
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