s lots, never entering a public street except to cross it, can never be known to those who have not, as I have, chased Jim Savage in coram and hie-spy. The boy who took to the street for security or success lost caste at once.
The same companion says: I have not seen Savage for years, but I remember him as yesterday, full of fun and courage, with his hockey in hand, ready to plunge into any melee to get a blow at the ball.
He was thin, and light in weight, and in a severe hustle would get pusd friend, Captain H. S. Russell, from the Libby Prison in Richmond:—
I was taken while tying a handkerchief round Jim Savage's leg. Write to his father that he was wounded in the arm and leg, and taken.
I have not seen him since I left Culpepeeir camp or picket fires at night would discuss its possible behavior, there was one universal sentiment, namely, that Jim Savage at least would fight, as it was once expressed, like Mr. Valiant-for-Truth, until his sword clove to his hand.