The Little Regiment

f a button, might have been of threads of silver and gold sewn upon the fabric of the night. There was little presented to the vision, but to a sense more subtle there was discer

if a shell had exploded in it, and knocked it so out of shape that when a man lay curled in his blanket his last waking th

pickets plying their rifles on the border of the town, imagined some measure of the din of the coming b

ng among the sleeping forms. The sergeant carried a candle in an old brass candlestick. He would have resembled some

the journeys of slumber. The sergeant stooped among the unconsci

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said the sergeant

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pe sharply but cheerily at men upon the floor. "Come, Mac, get up here.

heir eyes, and swore at whoever was responsible. "Them's orders," cried the sergeant. "Come! Get out of here." An und

seemed to be again asleep. Billie, leaning on his elbow, was gazing into dark

roused again, and scanned his recumbent companions

id: "Hain'

se of these cussed details in the night-time," he muttered in his most unreasonab

e squad, however, Billie