Time to leave.--One of the “contraband,” who has found his way to Boston with the returning
troops, and who is some fourteen years old, relates his experience on the battle-field as follows:--“Ye see, massa, I was drivina an ambulance, when a musket-ball came and kill my horse; and den, pretty soon the shell came along, and he blow my wagon all to pieces — and den I got off!” --Boston Journal.
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