Identifier: bluegrayorcivilw00whit (find matches)
Title: The blue and the gray, or, The Civil War as seen by a boy : a story of patriotism and adventure in our war for the Union
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: White, Annie Randall
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Contributing Library: State Library of North Carolina, Government & Heritage Library
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He was sure that he had been wounded, for he sawblood streaming down Bills face, as he ran. Could he have escaped,or is he among the dead lyinghere? he thought. I mustsearch for him. And as he threaded hisway among the dead andwounded as best he could inthe twilight, he stumbled overthe body of a boy. Kneelingdown, he turned the lads faceupward, and in the dim lighthe knew him. It is Charlie Arlington!—he is surely dead! The boy opened his eyes,and seeing Ralph, he assuredhim that he was not wounded,but he feared his ankle wassprained. I told you, hesaid, with a smile, that weshould meet again. major-general f,tz hugh lee, c. s. a. You did, but I did not think it would be so soon. Areyou injured? Only by my horse, who stumbled and threw me with suchforce against that old stump that I fainted with pain. Do youthink my leg is broken? Let me examine it. No, I dont think it is. How areyou going to ride, however? Where is your horse? Oh, he ran away after serving me that mean trick. But
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CHARLIE GIVES ADVICE, 95 why are you here? Dont you know you are my prisoner now?he continued, smiling broadly. Hows that? Ralph spoke sharp and loud. Hush! the other cautioned. Youll have a dozen sol-diers after you. Theyre coming back to bury the dead. Ofcourse youre my prisoner. Youre on our field—were you notrouted? This fact rather staggered Ralph. It had not come hometo him till then; he looked anxiously toward the rivers bank. The boy divined his thought. Its no use to try to swim that stream here. The cur-rents too strong. It seems Im your prisoner, then. Ralphs sad tones spokevolumes. Thehorrors of cap-tivity stared himin the face. Hethought at thatinstant, of hismother, sistersand the dear oldhome, and hisheart was heavyas lead. Charlie ap-peared to be \enjoying the ad-vantage he hadover Ralph, forhe never re-moved his gaze.Ive but to

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