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An incident that carries its own comment, is related by a visitor on his way to one of the patriot camps in the Old Dominion.
Seated by the road-side was a soldier, his musket in one hand and a volume in the other, which he was reading with deep interest.
He was clad roughly but comfortably, and bore the evidences of having seen hard service.
As the party approached, he rose to his feet, advanced into the road, and exclaimed: “Halt!
Let me see your pass.”
After carefully inspecting the strangers and their pass, he quietly told them to move on, and resumed his seat and his book.
One of the party glanced at the volume, and found that it was a beautiful copy of Tennyson's Poems.
Van Nostrand. New York, New York. 1862.
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