. 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 . I 330 ON WHEELS. bought 110 shoes, because I could not wear anythingin the shoe line having much more than soles. At the barracks we found chairs on which to sit,the first thing of any kind we had to sit on for overseven months, save the ground. You may be assuredthat when I had taken a bath and had donned mynew suit and sat down on one of tlie barrack chairs,crossed my legs, and hung my new
. 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 . I 330 ON WHEELS. bought 110 shoes, because I could not wear anythingin the shoe line having much more than soles. At the barracks we found chairs on which to sit,the first thing of any kind we had to sit on for overseven months, save the ground. You may be assuredthat when I had taken a bath and had donned mynew suit and sat down on one of tlie barrack chairs,crossed my legs, and hung my new hat, with itsfine cord and tassels, on my knee where I couldturn it around and observe it in all its beauty, I feltgreatly elated. That easy camp chair was almost likea kingly throne in comparison with the dirt and sandI had been accustomed to sit on ; and that jauntyblack hat, with its gilt cord and tassels, resting on mynew light-blue pantaloons, looked like a gorgeouscrown in comparison with the old Confederate hatwhich was burned at Jacksonville. At this time the government was feeding us well,and I had a few dollars in my pocket for more of earthly treasure could a boy desire ?. CHAPTER at Last. g^TE remained at ATinapolis but four or five days ._,. before beins: sent out iu all directions to ourhomes. The AYestern men, among wliom IAvas placed, formed a train load, and started for theWest over the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad; many ofthem left our train at Columbus, O., and Indianapolis,Ind. At Harpers Ferry,Wlieeling, W. Ya., and, indeed,all other points along the line where our train stopped,we were met by hundreds of citizens with baskets ofprovisions and bushels of the choicest flowers. Atone place where we halted there were several largefactories near tlie track which, on the arrival of ourtrain at the station, quit running, and hundreds ofyoung women and girls flocked around the train andalmost deluged us with smiles and roses. The journey ho
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