You never
done him no harm, 'cept once when two solid shot struck him at the same
time an' he had a headache nigh until sundown. Besides havin' natural
thickness of the skull Sam trained his head by buttin' with the black
boys when he was young."
Dick saw that the man really felt deep emotion and was chattering,
partly to hide it. He was glad that they had found his brother, and he
helped them to lift him. Then they rubbed Sam's wrists and poured a
stimulant down his throat. In a few minutes he stood alone on his feet,
yawned mightily, and by the light of the dim lantern gazed at them in a
sort of stupid wonder.
"What's happened?" he asked.
"What's happened?" replied his brother. "You was always late with the
news, Sam. Of course you've been takin' a nap, but a lot has happened.
We met the Yankees an' we've been fightin' 'em for two days. Tremenjous
big battle, an' we've whipped 'em. 'Scuse me, Yank, I forgot you was
with us. Well, nigh onto a million have been killed, which ought to be
enough for anybody. I love my country, but I don't care to love another
at such a price.
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