“  with us, will you?” Jim was lying down, resting on his elbow; he sprang up instantly, seized my hand, and, giving it a hearty shake, said, “Yes, I'll go with you, if it is only as sergeant.” No one was more disappointed at the failure of the plan, and no one would have been more proud than he to have seen his dearly loved “Bob” leading his determined and well-drilled command into the field of action.The following letter merits insertion as indicating his feeling on the same general subject.
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