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Nor had he, as yet, found any opportunity to atone for his rudeness to the old drum-major, who had lately, for some cause, gone over to the other wing of the regiment on board the steamer, so that Frank yearned in vain to go to him and humbly beg forgiveness for his fault. "What has taken Mr. Sinjin away?" he asked of his friend, the young corporal.
But he still felt a yearning for their former friendship, and he now hoped, with the aid of the good gifts of which he was the bearer, to make up with him. "I wish you a merry Christmas," said Frank, arrived at the old man's tent. "You are rather late for that, it seems to me," replied Sinjin, lifting his brows, as he sat in his tent and looked quietly over his shoulder at the visitor.
And bore the spangled flag along, Maryland, my Maryland!" "That's first rate!" said Frank, who delighted in music. "Gray altered the words a little, and Mr. Sinjin found us the tune." "Frank likes any thing that has a drum in it," said John Winch, enviously. "He'll get sick of drums, though, soon enough, I guess."
If it meant any thing, was it not that his place was elsewhere than in the ambulance corps? He turned to Mr. Sinjin, and asked to be excused from going with the stretcher. And Mr. Sinjin, who prized the boy's safety too highly to wish to see him go again under fire, was only too glad to excuse him, never once suspecting what wild purpose was in his heart. The battle was now fairly begun.
"No," said Frank, feeling of his arm while he looked around to discover where the shot came from. "It must have been a spent ball; for, see! it fell there in the water!" pointing at a pool behind them, the surface of which was still rippling with the plunge of the shot. Winch gave another groan. "The wound must be an internal one," said Sinjin, "for he is not bleeding much now."
Gray drew Frank confidentially aside. "He may anathematize me for betraying his secret; but I think it is time to do him justice, even against his will. Frank, it was Old Sinjin who gave you the watch." Frank's heart leaped up, but fell again instantly, convulsed with pain and regret. "Are you sure, Gray?" "Sure as this: I was with him when he bought the watch in Annapolis.
"But ought a man to do so, because he has been once or twice deceived? I have heard my mother say that as we are to others, so they will be to us. If we are generous, that excites them to be generous; and love calls out love." "Your mother says that?" replied Mr. Sinjin in a low voice. "Ah, and she says true! If one is proud and reserved, he will find the world proud and reserved: that I know!
"What are you thinking about, my bold soldier boy?" said a familiar voice, while a gentle hand slapped him on the back. He turned and saw the bushy mustache of his friend and master, the old drummer, peering over his shoulder. "O Mr. Sinjin!" said Frank. "Eh, and why not?" "Because we are off in the morning, you know, and I couldn't find you to-day; and "
Manly did not venture to ask again about Atwater, what he had already said of him having gone so heavily to the poor wife's heart. But she could inquire about the old drum-major, who, she had heard, was wounded. "Old Sinjin? Wal! I'm in jest the same dilemmy consarning him as Atwater. They've both been sick and at the pint of death ever sence the fight. Now one of 'em's dead, and t'other's alive.
What we have got is about three thousand prisoners, and all their forts and quarters, which we call a pretty good bag." The boys forgot their wounds, they forgot their dead and dying comrades, listening to this recital. But short-lived was the enthusiasm of one, at least. Scarce was Gray gone, when Frank saw four men with a stretcher, bringing upon it a grizzled, pallid old man. "O, Mr. Sinjin!
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