. 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 . ks flew heavenward, the whole com-pany would join him in singing the melodies with hearty good-will, and at those moments care and danger were he would give them a plaintive, gentle ditty that wouldmake the eyes of those brown-faced soldiers moist with emotion,as home pictures started into life before them, and then a stirringsong of patriotism and victory would ring out, until the bloodwould leap in their veins, and each man there was ready toattack any fo
. 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 . ks flew heavenward, the whole com-pany would join him in singing the melodies with hearty good-will, and at those moments care and danger were he would give them a plaintive, gentle ditty that wouldmake the eyes of those brown-faced soldiers moist with emotion,as home pictures started into life before them, and then a stirringsong of patriotism and victory would ring out, until the bloodwould leap in their veins, and each man there was ready toattack any foe single-handed. But the boys heart was heavy, even while his humbleefforts in the musical line were giving pleasure to hiscomrades. His constant prayer was that some decisive movemight be made, by which the war might be brought to a speedy 8 Ti6 THE BIRTHDAY. 117 close. He was lonely, too, for Old Bill, as he always calledhimself, had been in the hospital for some time, and he missedhis cheery ways. One afternoon as he sat in his tent reading, he heard pealsof boisterous laughter ringing out upon the air. Going to the. CAMP FIRE SONGS. opening, he saw a group of soldiers gathered round some object,and heard them chaffing some one whom he could not see. What is the excitement, Harry? he asked a companionwho had evidently come from the scene pf action. I just came for you to pile out and see the fun. Theyve n8 A BANQUET. got one of our boys, and are amusing themselves at his on, or youll be too late. The performance will be over. Ralph hurried after Harry, who was off like a deer, and goingstraight up to the group, he saw a crowd of men tossing anotherone up in the air, and letting him fall into a blanket, amid screamsof laughter, and cries of Send him up higher! Pickle himin his own salt! Head him up in a barrel, and send him tothe cook! Well make a high private in the rear rank of him! Gently, boys, the victim panted. You dont want tobe too hard on a poor fellow f
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