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164 CONFEDERATE WOMEN OF ARKANSAS

Somebody's waiting, and watching for him,
Yearning to hold him again to her heart,

—And there he lies with his blue eyes dim,

And his smiling, child-like lips apart.

Tenderly bury the fair young dead,
Pausing to drop o'er his grave a tear;

Carve on the wooden slab at his head,
"Somebody's darling is lying here."

THE REBEL YELL.

The old Rebel yell that used to nerve Johnnie Eeb and

frighten the life out of the Yanks, sounds something like the
old steamboat whistle, one long, two short and one long cries.
The yell was always begun at a low pitch, gradually rising to
higher ones and getting lost in the heavens above if the charge
was long continued. Another characteristic, and perhaps the one
that contained the milk in the cocoanut, was that it should be a
yelp, starting low and increasing with every bound as it bursted

from several thousand throats of eager soldiers charging up hill
or down hollow, made the very earth tremble and shook the cour-
age out of Yankee hearts. Our Southern colleges should pre-
serve this historic yell, which will be music to the ears of the
old Rebs and their descendants.