. Bullet and shell. War as the soldier saw it; camp, march, and picket; battlefield and bivouac; prison and hospital. Whats good for one, corporal, is good enough for tell ye what Ill do. Ill crawl down there and see whattheyre doin, and, then Ill come back and tell ye, replied thefellow, undaunted by my evident anger. Precious little good that will do me. What do you wanton the skirmish-line ? To get a bullet through that obstinatehead of yours! Stay where you are. As I spoke, the line of skirmishers suddenly appeared allaround us, as they fell back, at the same time keeping up ascatt
. Bullet and shell. War as the soldier saw it; camp, march, and picket; battlefield and bivouac; prison and hospital. Whats good for one, corporal, is good enough for tell ye what Ill do. Ill crawl down there and see whattheyre doin, and, then Ill come back and tell ye, replied thefellow, undaunted by my evident anger. Precious little good that will do me. What do you wanton the skirmish-line ? To get a bullet through that obstinatehead of yours! Stay where you are. As I spoke, the line of skirmishers suddenly appeared allaround us, as they fell back, at the same time keeping up ascattering irregular fire. Halloo ! what are you two men doing here ? exclaimed theofficer commanding the line. Wheres our regiment ? DRAWING THE BLADE. 61 They have moved back, lieutenant, somewhere in the rear,I replied hurriedly. Ive sprained my ankle, and can notwalk; while this foolish Irishman persists in staying withme. Thats bad. But you must get out of here somehow,corporal; for we are changing front, and youll soon bebetween two fires. Try and get up, the lieutenant continuedkindly, and well help you THE RETREAT FROM THE FIELD. I scrambled to my feet, and, leaning on Denniss shoulder,began limping to the rear; the skirmishers now banging awayas fast as they could load and fire. Well, corporal, an this is quare work, said Dennis. Here we are right in the middle of a scrimmage, and neitherof us firing a shot. If yell rest yersilf against that tree for aminnit, Ill sind both of our bullits into thim divils. All right, Dennis. Heres my musket: blaze away, I 62 BULLET AND SHELL. replied, laughing at the suggestion. But mind, if you hitanybody with my ball, it goes to my credit. Av coorse. Heres at ye, my darlints, cried Dennis, as hebrought his piece to his shoulder, and pulled the trigger, fol-lowing up the shot with another random one from my weapon. Well, how many have you killed ? I asked, as I took backm}- empty gun. Not more than a dozen. Shure, I didnt see any on
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