The Last Three SoldiersShelton, W. H. (William Henry)
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The Last Three Soldiers
Shelton, W. H. (William Henry)
North Carolina -- Fiction; Soldiers -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
They had some of the carbine cartridges left; and as they no longer
killed any creatures, the bullets would supply them with lead to unite
the small pieces of isinglass and outline their designs. One of the
mica blocks chanced to be of a pale-green color, and they made many
experiments to produce reds and blues. Oxide of iron, or the common
red iron-rust, gave a rich carmine powder, which, mixed with the white
of an egg, adhered to the inner side of the small panes. They found a
few dried huckleberries, from which they extracted a strong blue by
boiling. They could procure yellow only by beating a small bit of gold
to the thinnest leaf, which they pasted upon the flake of mica. The
reds and blues as they applied them were only water-colors; but the
inner side of the glass was not exposed to the rain. After the one
square window, which looked toward the Cove and consequently let in the
afternoon sun, was finished in a fantastic arrangement of the three
rich colors, bordered by pale green, it was decided, with great
enthusiasm, to reproduce in the opposite window their dear old flag
with its thirty-five stars. To do this, they cut away the logs on one
side until they had doubled the area of the opening. They managed to
stiffen the frame on the inner side with strips of dogwood, which made
a single cross against the light, leaving the blue field of stars
unobstructed.
It was a great comfort to their patriotic hearts to see the sun glowing
on their United States window when they awoke in the morning, or to see
the ruddy firelight dancing on the old flag, if one of them came in
from the mill or the branch in the evening. In fact, when this work
was finished, the three soldiers, wrapped in their faded blue
overcoats, were never tired of walking about outside their house, in
the chilly November evenings, to admire their first art-work
illuminated by the torch-light within. Their tough, bare feet,
insensible to the sharp stones and the gray hoar-frost, wore away the
withered grass opposite to each of their stained-glass windows; but the
patch of trodden earth outside the window which showed the glowing
stripes and gleaming stars of the old flag was much the larger.
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