Mason, Dick's mother."
"It is," said Colonel Winchester, and then they waited a moment or two in
an awful silence.
"I don't rise because there is something heavy lying in my lap which
keeps me from it," said Warner very quietly, but with deep feeling.
"After the Second Manassas, where I was badly wounded and left on the
ground for dead, a boy named Dick Mason hunted over the field, found me
and brought me in. I felt grateful about it and told him that if he
happened to get hit in the same way I'd find him and bring him in as he
had brought me.
"I didn't think the chance would come so soon. Curious how things happen
as you don't think they're going to happen, and don't happen as you think
they're going to happen, and here the whole thing comes out in only a
few weeks. We were driven back and I missed Dick as the battle closed.
Of course I came to hunt for him, and I found him. Easy, Mrs. Mason,
don't get excited now. Yes, you can have his head in your own lap,
but it must be moved gently. That's where he's hurt. Don't tremble,
ma'am. He isn't going to die, not by a long shot.
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