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ed to regard the whole affair as an excellent jest, and only the ordinary fortune of war. His gay laughter followed the narrative, and I remember the ardent light of the blue eyes looking out from the tangled curls of the brave boy. Well, Hardeman, you have had bad luck, I said, but get another horse and come on. I intend to; tell the General I'll soon be there. Yes. Good-bye. I shook the brave hand and rode on. I was never more to touch it. I have scarcely the heart to coe my narrative and relate the sequel. Something affects the throat as you think of these dead comrades whose hands you have clasped, whose voices you have heard. Some of the sunshine left the world when they went, and life grows dull. Poor Hardeman! But how can I call him poor? Rich, rather, beyond the wealth of kingdoms; for he died in the bloom of youth, before sorrow touched him, fighting for his native land. He did not succeed in procuring a horse, which is always difficult just
ed to regard the whole affair as an excellent jest, and only the ordinary fortune of war. His gay laughter followed the narrative, and I remember the ardent light of the blue eyes looking out from the tangled curls of the brave boy. Well, Hardeman, you have had bad luck, I said, but get another horse and come on. I intend to; tell the General I'll soon be there. Yes. Good-bye. I shook the brave hand and rode on. I was never more to touch it. I have scarcely the heart to coe my narrative and relate the sequel. Something affects the throat as you think of these dead comrades whose hands you have clasped, whose voices you have heard. Some of the sunshine left the world when they went, and life grows dull. Poor Hardeman! But how can I call him poor? Rich, rather, beyond the wealth of kingdoms; for he died in the bloom of youth, before sorrow touched him, fighting for his native land. He did not succeed in procuring a horse, which is always difficult just