. 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 . BEARING DISPATCHES. The sentinel called—Sergeant of the guard—post numberfive—a message from headquarters! The words were passed along the line of guards, until itreached the sergeant, who came instantly. He carried the papers to his colonel, who read them hastily,and signed each one, handing them back to the orderly, whorode swiftly away. Ralph was by this time outside his tent, unmindful of the RALPH IS INQUISITIVE. 107 sleet which tore his flesh like sharp-pointed arr
. 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 . BEARING DISPATCHES. The sentinel called—Sergeant of the guard—post numberfive—a message from headquarters! The words were passed along the line of guards, until itreached the sergeant, who came instantly. He carried the papers to his colonel, who read them hastily,and signed each one, handing them back to the orderly, whorode swiftly away. Ralph was by this time outside his tent, unmindful of the RALPH IS INQUISITIVE. 107 sleet which tore his flesh like sharp-pointed arrows. He longedto know what those dispatches signified, but his curiosity hadto remain unsatisfied, and he went back to his tent to try tosleep, as well as he could, for the biting wind that forced its wayinto every crevice. He seated himself on the side of his bed, and tried to wondered when General McClellan was going to take Rich-. SHARPSHOOTERS. mond. The cry All Quiet on the Potomac was heard con-tinually, and weary men and weeping womenKA™^«^E«!T«TES all over the land were longing for the dawn ON THE WAR. r of peace which shculd bring back to themfathers, husbands and sons. But ah, that peace was far boy reasoned that he had no right to criticise the men whoheld trusted positions in the army. But surely the boys in campand field were doing all they could, under orders, to hasten theend of these troublous times. Would the conflict ever cease? 108 TRYING TO BURN A BRIDGE. Perplexed and worn out in trying to solve the problem agi-tating so many of the most patriotic and the most far-seeing,all over the land, Ralph at last fell asleep, to be roused by thereveille. He sprang up, sure that he must be dreaming, for hehad just been sleeping but a moment—a mere cat nap, andthis couldnt be a summons to leave his comfortable bed. Hehad neither time nor right to object, however; his sole duty wasto obe
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