. Bullet and shell. War as the soldier saw it; camp, march, and picket; battlefield and bivouac; prison and hospital. lonies were victorious, our rebelforefathers became patriots. And you would give up your heritage to the blessings wonby the Revolution ? Yes. If we are to lose our rights as sovereign States, thereis no other course open to us. Say no more, I replied. It is quite certain we cannever agree upon any of these political questions. So itseems, moresthe pity,said Tomgloomily. Its a pityindeed; butr>^? you see, oldfellow, wehave beentaught toview thesethings so dif-ferently, we ca
. Bullet and shell. War as the soldier saw it; camp, march, and picket; battlefield and bivouac; prison and hospital. lonies were victorious, our rebelforefathers became patriots. And you would give up your heritage to the blessings wonby the Revolution ? Yes. If we are to lose our rights as sovereign States, thereis no other course open to us. Say no more, I replied. It is quite certain we cannever agree upon any of these political questions. So itseems, moresthe pity,said Tomgloomily. Its a pityindeed; butr>^? you see, oldfellow, wehave beentaught toview thesethings so dif-ferently, we can not help being in antagonism, however un-willingly. Still I feel, Tom, that, though we may hereafterbe separated by political sentiment, we shall never be realenemies. Of course not. If war does come, there will be but fewpersonal hatreds involved. It will be purely a struggle forprinciple. Well, well, let us drop it now, said I. My heart revoltsat the thought of war. They say it will be a civil one, but Isuspect there will be precious little civility about it. You dont suppose we Southerners fancy war to be a. TUE KNU OF ARGUMENT. BEGINNING OF THE QUARREL. 21 pleasant pastime, do you ? exclaimed Tom contemptuously. There will not be much fun about it, I imagine, for eitherside, but plenty of hard knocks. There, there ! Lets put an end to this useless argument. Iam sick of it. As I spoke I jumped to my feet, and began pull-ing up the stone which had anchored our boat in the stream. Youre right, replied Tom as he took the oars, and rowedin toward the river-bank. Its useless talking now. Let ushope, that, after all, there will be no need of any fighting. Amen to that, with all my heart! I exclaimed, leapingashore. BULLET AND SHELL. CHAPTER 11. TAKING SIDES.
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