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The sergeant in the rear rank, immediately behind Captain Graffenreid, now observed a strange sight.
Of all the Federal Army on that summer morning none had accepted battle more joyously than Anderton Graffenreid. His spirit was buoyant, his faculties were riotous. He was in a state of mental exaltation and scarcely could endure the enemy's tardiness in advancing to the attack. To him this was opportunity for the result he cared nothing.
Captain Graffenreid dodged and threw up his hands to one side of his head, palms outward. As he did so he heard a keen, ringing report, and saw on a hillside behind the line a fierce roll of smoke and dust the shell's explosion. It had passed a hundred feet to his left!
Definition is lacking; repose is replaced by an apparently purposeless activity; harmony vanishes in hubbub, form in disorder. Commotion everywhere and ceaseless unrest. The men who do not fight are never ready. From his position at the right of his company in the front rank, Captain Graffenreid had an unobstructed outlook toward the enemy.
They awaited the word "forward" awaited, too, with beating hearts and set teeth the gusts of lead and iron that were to smite them at their first movement in obedience to that word. The word was not given; the tempest did not break out. The delay was hideous, maddening! It unnerved like a respite at the guillotine. Captain Graffenreid stood at the head of his company, the dead man at his feet.
He heard the voice of doom; it said, in cold, mechanical, and measured tones: "Ready, aim, fire!" and he felt the bullets tear his heart to shreds. Quietly detaching his sabre from its supports, he handed it up to the provost-marshal. Captain Graffenreid stood at the head of his company. The regiment was not engaged.
Four officers Captains Matthey and D'Orsonnens and Lieutenants Graffenreid and Fauché and about eighty of the rank and file were willing to enlist. It was agreed that they should receive allotments of land in Assiniboia on the terms granted to the settlers who had formerly gone from Scotland and Ireland.
"'Yere's my kyard, says the shorthorn, an' he beams on Dave in a wide an' balmy way. "'Archibald Willingham De Graffenreid Butt, says Dave, readin' off the kyard. Then Dave goes up to the side, an' all solemn an' grave, pins the kyard to the board with his bowie-knife. 'Archibald Willingham De Graffenreid Butt, an' Dave repeats the words plumb careful.
John De Graffenreid Atwood, of Dalesburg, Alabama, for a successor to Willard Geddie, resigned. Without prejudice to Mr. Atwood, it will have to be acknowledged that, in this instance, it was the man who sought the office.
Archibald Willingham De Graffenreid Butt! It shorely sounds like a hoss in a dance hall. But it's too long for Wolfville, an' Wolfville even do her best. One end of that name is bound to protrood. Or else it gets all brunkled up like along nigger in a short bed. However, goes on Dave, as he notes the shorthorn lookin' a little dizzy, 'don't lose heart. We does the best we can.
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