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“ Pretty  young  then,  I  suppose?"— “ Yah,  swan.sig  apout;  und  der
                                  pcebles
                          V ot  I  goes  to  for to  ask  for some  vork,  dey baft:  none for to  geei;
                          Efcry  von  laughs;  but  I  holds  my  head  ope  shust  so  high  as  der
                                  steeples;
                          Only  dot var conics  along,  or  I  should have die,  I  belief."


                          “  Ever  get  wounded?  I  notice  you  walk  rathe:-  lame  and  unsteady.
                          Pshaw!  got  a  wooden  leg,  eh P  What  battle?1’  “ A t  L ookout!”
                                  <r  Don’t  say!
                          1  was  there too— wait  a  minute—-why  your  glass  is  empty  already.
                          Have  another.   There!  tell  me  how ’twas  von got wounded  that day,"


                            V d i,  vc  charge  ope  dcr  side  of dcr  mountain— der sky  vos all smoky
                                  and  h azy;
                           i/e  fight  all  day  long in  der  clouds,  but  I  nefer get  hit  until night—
                          Lint— I  don't  care  to  say  mooch  apout  it.   Der  boys  cad  me  foolish
                                  and  crazy,
                          Und  der doctor  that  cut  ofe  my  leg,  he  say,  ' G oot'— dot  it  serf  me
                                  shust  right.


                          “ But  I  dinks  1  yood  do  dot  thing  over again,  shust  der  same,  <tnc  no
                                  matter
                          Vot  any  man  say,"   “ Well,  let’s  hear  ii—-you  needn’t  mind  talking
                                  to  me,
                           l1’or  1  w;is  these,  too,  as  I  teli  you— and oh  !  how the bullets  did  patter
                          Around  on  that  breastwork  of  boulders  that  sheltered  our  Tenth
                                  Tennessee,1'


                          “ So  ?  Dot  vos  a  Tennessee  regiment charged  upon  ours  in  do efening,
                          Shust  before  dark;  und  dey yell  as  dey  charge,  mid  ve  geei  a hurraii;
                          Der  roar  of  dcr  guns,  it  vos  orfnl,”   “A h !  yes,  !.  remember,  'twas
                                  deafening.
                          The  hottest musketry  firing that  ever  our  regiment  saw.1'
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