. On wheels and how I came there; a real story for real boys and girls, giving the personal experiences and observations of a fifteen-year-old Yankee boy as soldier and prisoner in the American civil war . guns, Dan borrowed one ofours, and, with two others, fully equipped with car-tridge boxes, haversacks, and canteens, started, say-ing, We do not expect to return before mid-night. When reveille broke the stillness of the followingfrosty morning the blue dome above us was stillspangled with thousands of twinkling luminaries, andas we gathered around our camp fire, wrapped inonr ON THE MARCH T
. On wheels and how I came there; a real story for real boys and girls, giving the personal experiences and observations of a fifteen-year-old Yankee boy as soldier and prisoner in the American civil war . guns, Dan borrowed one ofours, and, with two others, fully equipped with car-tridge boxes, haversacks, and canteens, started, say-ing, We do not expect to return before mid-night. When reveille broke the stillness of the followingfrosty morning the blue dome above us was stillspangled with thousands of twinkling luminaries, andas we gathered around our camp fire, wrapped inonr ON THE MARCH THROUGH JACKSON. 81 blankets, to dispatch our early breakfast, old Sol liadnot yet dispelled the morning twilight. The foraging expedition of Dan and his comradeswas a decided success, and, as the result, Jack gave usa breakfast of delicious boiled turkey and sweetpotatoes and honey, in addition to our usual fare. This being the tirst fowl or fresh meat of any kindI had tasted since reaching my regiment, I can assuremy readers it was decidedly toothsome, although itwas simply boiled in clear water, seasoned with saltand pepper, destitute of any brown basting, andhaving no delicious oyster
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