. 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 . he ladwas ten or so, and left the poor wife alone. I didnt know howto comfort her, and she grieved continooally. One day, whenhe was quite a lad, nearly sixteen, and needed his mother most,they found her dead on her husbands grave. Ah, that is theway some women love! That nigh killed me, but I meant to be a good friend tothe boy. They took even that comfort from me, for they carriedhim away down South to his fathers folks, and I never seedhim again/ The mans face was fev
. 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 . he ladwas ten or so, and left the poor wife alone. I didnt know howto comfort her, and she grieved continooally. One day, whenhe was quite a lad, nearly sixteen, and needed his mother most,they found her dead on her husbands grave. Ah, that is theway some women love! That nigh killed me, but I meant to be a good friend tothe boy. They took even that comfort from me, for they carriedhim away down South to his fathers folks, and I never seedhim again/ The mans face was fever-flushed now, and his words camealmost in a whisper. He tossed uneasily from side to side. Ralph, my head bothers me—it aches so strangely. Iwish— 142 BILL DIES. But the wish was never told. A wild look came over hisface, his words became incoherent. A delirium had seized him,and kindly as he was tended by the nurses and his comrades,he never regained his senses. A few days of apparent suffering,and Bill Elliotts kindly heart ceased to beat. The uncouth,rugged, but brave soldier had passed on to the Great It was late in the afternoon of a raw November day,while the winds shrieked mournfully, when they carried him to alittle valley in which they had dug a grave, into whose depth theylowered the body of a brave and true soldier, who never shirkeda duty. The chaplain, a plain and tender man, read impressivelythat beautiful Psalm: Hear my cry, O God; attend unto my prayer. RALPH IS LONELY. 143 From the end of the earth will I cry unto Thee, when my heart is over-whelmed; lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For Thou hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from theenemy. I will abide in Thy tabernacle forever. I will trust in the covert ofThy wings. Selah. In a clear and ringing voice he read the solemn burialservice, and the comrades of the dead soldier listened he had concluded, some one suggested that they sing, anda clear, sweet voice
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