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
"Now, hold on, captain," exclaimed Hooper, facing about. "Whatsoever
me and Tom has done, we have done willin', and nobody willin'er, and
we're goin' to stand by ye to the end; but we ain't goin' no further in
this business till you tell us how ye got here. The way we study hit
out, you ain't treatin' me and Tom fair."
"Pardon me, my good friends," said Lieutenant Coleman. "I had no
intention of being rude. We came here in the summer of 1864, in the
line of our duty as Union soldiers, and when the war ended with the
success of the Confederates--"
"What!" cried the two men together, gasping in amazement at what they
heard. "And the Union was destroyed," continued Lieutenant Coleman.
"And the Capitol fell into the hands of the Confederates." "And
slavery was restored," exclaimed Bromley. "And the flag was disgraced
and robbed of its stars," put in Philip, with such voice as he could
command.
The two mountaineers stood open-mouthed for a moment, and then they
burst into peals of laughter. "Whoop!" cried the rosy-faced man,
slapping his leg and throwing his wool hat on the floor as if it had
been a brickbat. "If that ain't the jolliest thing I ever heard, and
hit's kind o' serious-like, too! Why, men, there ain't no Confederacy.
Hit's the old United States, from Canada to the Gulf of Mexico, and
from the Atlantic Ocean clear across to the Pacific."
"And General Sherman--" gasped Philip.
"He's gineral of the army up in Washington right now, and Gineral Grant
is President," cried the rosy-faced man.
Somehow the interior of the house grew vague and misty, as if a sea-fog
had swept in through the windows. Everything and everybody danced and
reeled about, until the soldiers fell away from the embrace of their
deliverers, quite exhausted by the excitement and the news they had
heard.
While all this was going on, Philip lay back on his blanket and shed
tears of joy over the wonderful news. In fact, there wasn't a dry eye
in the room. Even the eyes of the men from Cashiers glistened with
moisture, as they vied with each other in discharging facts, like
cannon-balls, into the ears of the astonished soldiers. They gave them
a rough history of the end of the great war, of the tragic death of
Lincoln, and of some of the events which had since taken place in the
United States.
"There were thirty-five stars on the old flag when we came here," cried
Lieutenant Coleman.
"And there's thirty-seven now," said Hooper.
"Thirty-seven!" repeated the soldiers, looking at one another through
their tears. "Thirty-seven!"
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