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My men can't work with you here. It doesn't matter about us, but it does matter about you. Please go, sir." "I am going, colonel. I have seen what I wished to see. Who is the man who took up the shell?" Pelham turned to the howitzer. "Which of you was it?" Half a dozen voices were raised in answer. "Deaderick, sir.
There was a whinnying of some near-by battery horses, the sound of changing guard, then silence again in the Wilderness. Cleave stood, straight and still, beneath the other's pondering, long, and steady gaze. An aide appeared at an opening in the scrub. "General Fitzhugh Lee, sir." Jackson rose. "You will return to your battery, Deaderick. Bring General Lee here, captain."
You'll have to learn, and learn quickly, by watching the others. Take him and enroll him, Haralson, and turn him over to Dreux and the Howitzer. Now, Deaderick, the Horse Artillery is heaven to a good man who does his duty, and it's hell to the other kind. I advise you to try for heaven. That's all. Good-night." Day broke over the field of Groveton, over the plains of Manassas.
"Well, come into the firelight, Deaderick, so that I can see you." Deaderick came, showed a powerful figure, and a steady bearded face. "Well," said the Alabamian, "the blow on your head doesn't seem to have put you out of the running! I'll try you, Deaderick." "I am much obliged to you, sir." "I haven't any awkward squad into which to put you.
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