Among the camps : $b or, Young people's stories of the warPage, Thomas Nelson
History
Among the camps : $b or, Young people's stories of the war
Page, Thomas Nelson
Children's stories, American; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Juvenile fiction
Jake started; Jack waited, and reached out his hand to him. Jake had
gotten over the worst part, when his foot slipped, and with a cry he
went down into the water. Jack caught his hand, but it slipped out of
his grasp. He came up with his arms beating wildly. “Help--help me!”
he cried, and went down again. In went Jack head foremost, and caught
him by the arm. Jake clutched him. They came up. Jack thought he had
him safe. “I’ve got you,” he said. “Don’t----” But before he could
finish the sentence, Jake flung his arm around his neck and choked him,
pulling him down under the water, and getting it into his throat and
nostrils. Jack struggled, and tried to get up, but he could not; Jake
had him fast. He knew he was drowning. He remembered being down on the
bottom of the river and thinking that if he could but get Jake to the
top again he would be safe. He thought that the Yankees might save him.
He tried, but Jake had him tight, choking him. He thought how he had
brought him there; he thought of his mother and father, and that he had
not seen his mother that morning, and had not said his prayers, and
then he did not know anything more.
The next thing he knew, some one said, “He’s all right,” and he heard
confused voices, and was suffering some in his chest and throat, and he
heard his mother’s voice, and opening his eyes he was in a tent. She
was leaning over him, crying and kissing him, and there were several
gentlemen around the bed he was on. He was too weak to think much, but
he felt glad that his mother was there. “I went back after Jake,” he
said, faintly.
“Yes, you did, like a man,” said a gentleman in an officer’s uniform,
bending over him. “We saw you.”
Jack turned from him. “Mother,” he said, feebly, “we carried the horse
back, but----”
“He is just outside the door,” said the same gentleman; “he belongs to
you. His owner has presented him to you.”
“To me and Jake!” said Jack. “Where is Jake?” But they would not let
him talk. They made him go to sleep.
THE END.
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