THREE:MRS. B.: Do you really think it's going to work? I mean, it seems like so little.
THREE:MRS. B.: Do you really think it's going to work? I mean, it seems like so little.
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THREE:Si repressed his petulant words with an effort, and started in to give them an ocular demonstration of the way to execute "right face," but was interrupted by the Lieutenant coming up and saying:
THREE:"You don't seem to have a clear idea of numbers. How many regiments have you got over there?"
THREE:Si and Shorty had mercifully intended to slow down a little, and not push the boys. But as they pulled out they forgot themselves, and fell again into their long, swinging stride, that soon strung the boys out worse than ever, especially as they were not now buoyed up by an expectation of meeting the enemy."My goodness, man!" shouted the Deacon, spring ing toward him. "Are you crazy? If you eat that mess you'll be dead before morning."
THREE:"Corps badges? Why this is one," said the man, tapping his red star. "This shows I belong to the Twelfth Corpsbest corps in the Army of the Potomac, and the First Divisionbest division in the corps. We have to wear them so's to show our General which are his men, and where they be. Haven't you no corps badges?" promoting you Sergeant and Shorty Corporal, for gallant and
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THREE:"Well, from the talk that comes down from headquarters," said Si, "he may need every man. We've never had enough men so far. The rebels have always had more men than we did, and had the advantage of position. We only won by main strength and bull-headedness, and Rosecrans's good management. The rebels are straining every nerve to put up the fight o' their lives, and they say old Jo Johnston's got nearly as many men over there at Buzzard Roost as we have, and works that beat them we hustled Bragg out of around Tullyhomy.""Me run away," thought Shorty, as they walked along. "Hosses couldn't drag me away. I only hope that house is 10 miles off."