t had really neither time nor taste for plunder.
There were other mementoes of their stay and of their hasty departure left by our friends the enemy, not quite so attractive or appetizing --the ghastly leavings of numerous field hospitals; pale, naked corpses and grotesque piles of arms and legs.
At one of these hospital stations we found an Irishman, whom we at first thought dying, as perhaps he was; but a swallow or two of the crathur revived him, and when, under such inspiration, did Pat ever fail to be communicative and. witty?
He seemed to grasp the situation perfectly, and upon someone asking if the apparent flight might not after all be a trap-Be dad, said he, an‘ ef it's a thrap, thin shure an‘ little Mac's lost the thrigger!
At or near Savage Station, I think on this 29th of June, our brigade commander, General Griffith, was killed.
In a shower of projectiles turned loose upon us by an unseen foe, at least half a shell from a three-inch rifled gun lodged in his bod
sang out the Federal Irishman, I know ye, now you've turned your ougly mug to me. I had the plizure of kicking yez out from behind Marye's wall, that time Sedgwick lammed yer brigade out oa there!
Yer a --liar, shouted our Pat, and I'll jist knock yer teeth down yer ougly throat for that same lie, and suiting the action to the word, he vaulted lightly over the gun, and before we had time to realize the extreme absurdity of the thing, the two had squared off against eachderal gladiator was gory, and the next movement revealed the stumps of two shattered fingers, which he was about to drive full into Burgoyne's face.
I cried; your man's wounded!
On the instant Burgoyne's fists fell.
You're a trump, Pat; give me your well hand, said he. We'll fight this out some other time.
I didn't see ye were hurt.
Just as this intensest climax of the great battle was happily avoided, a member of General Early's staff — I thought it was Major Daniel, but he