Page 47 - Among the camps, or, Young people's stories of the war

expected soon, and the Colonel waited for him at his head­
quarters. There had been many tears shed when his wife
bade him good-by.

About an hour after the Colonel arrived, the General and
his staff were riding back to camp along the road which ran
by the Holly Hill gale ju st before they reached it, two
little figures came out of the gate and started down the road.
One was a boy of five, who carried a toy sword, drawn, in
one hand, whilst with the other lie led his companioft, a little

girl of three, who clasped a large yellow-haired dull to her
breast.
The soldiers cantered forward and overtook them.
"W h ere are you going, my little peop le?” inquired the

General, gazing down at them affectionately.
“ I’m goin' to get my papa/' said the tiny swordsman
firmly, turning a sturdy and determined little face up to hini.
“ My mamma's cry in’, an' I'm goin' to take my papa home.
1 ain’ goin1 to let the Yankees have him,”
The officers all broke into a murmur of mingled admira­

tion and amusement.
" No, we ain1 goin1 let the Yankees have our papa,1'
chimed in Evelyn, pushing her tangled hair out of her eyes,
and keeping fast hold of Charlie’s hand for fear of the horses

around her.
The General dismounted.
“ How are you going to help, my little Semiramis ?" he
asked, stooping over her with smiling eyes.