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
After eating all of this peculiar food-product that grew on the
plateau, they gleaned the field above the deep gorge, and as a last
resort they made a hunting expedition to the half-acre of rocks and
brambles where they had found the mica. Terrible as the passage
through the cavern had at first seemed to the mind of Lieutenant
Coleman, the lapse of time and a better acquaintance with the interior
of the subterraneous tunnel made it but a commonplace covered way to
the field of mica. Not that the soldiers had any further use for the
mineral wealth which was so lavishly strewn among the rocks. It was as
valueless to them now as the button-hook found in the hand-bag of
alligator-skin. To go now and then through the underground passage,
however, if only for the purpose of looking at the world outside from
the view-point of their newest territorial possession, was a temptation
which no landed proprietors could resist. The little shelf afforded
them a glimpse to the south of the Cove road, which on account of
certain intervening trees was not to be had from the plateau above.
Several cabins could be seen smoking in the small clearings which
surrounded them, but since the telescope had gone into the avalanche
with Philip there was but poor satisfaction in looking at them.
They found a single piece of the liver-colored fungus growing on the
root of a half-decayed old chestnut, and even this they regarded as
well worth their journey. They spent some time wandering about the
mica shelf, and when Lieutenant Coleman and Philip were boring their
torches into the ground, one after the other, to rid them of the dead
coal, and getting ready for the start back, Bromley, who had been
poking about among the rocks, called to them in a tone of voice that
indicated a pretty important discovery in the stone line. He was down
on his hands and knees on the turf, boring his toes into the soil, and
as his comrades approached him, he exclaimed:
"I haven't touched it yet. Just come here and look!"
[Illustration: "HE WAS DOWN ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES UPON THE TURF."]
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