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_nodding, reminiscent_) The Bloody Sundown! God, that crazy sun: she set a dozen times that afternoon, red-yeller as a punkin jack-o'-lantern, rairin' and pitchin' through the roarin' smoke till she clean busted, like the other bombs, behind the hills. POLLY My! Wa'n't you never scart and wished you'd stayed t' home? LINK Scart? Wall, I wonder! Chick, look a-thar: them little stripes and stars. I heerd a feller onct, down to the store,-- a dressy mister, span-new from the city-- layin' the law down: "All this stars and stripes," says he, "and red and white and blue is rubbish, mere sentimental rot, spread-eagleism!" "I wan't' know!" says I. "In sixty-three, I knowed a lad, named Link. Onct, after sundown I met him stumblin'--with two dead men's muskets for crutches--towards a bucket, full of ink--- water, they called it. When he'd drunk a spell, he tuk the rest to wash his bullet-holes.--- Wall, sir, he had a piece o' splintered stick, with red and white and blue, tore'most t' tatters, a-danglin' from it. 'Be you color sergeant?' says I. 'Not me,' says Link; 'the sergeant's dead; but when he fell, he handed me this bit o' rubbish--red and white and blue.' And Link he laughed. 'What be you laughin' for?' says I. 'Oh, nothin'. Ain't it lovely, though!'" says Link. POLLY What did the span-new mister say to that? LINK I didn't stop to listen. Them as never heerd dead men callin' for the colors don't guess what they be. (_Sitting up and blinking hard_) But this ain't keepin' school! POLLY (_quietly_) I guess I'm learnin' somethin', Uncle Link. LINK The second day, 'fore sunset. (_He takes the hoe and points with it._) Yon's the Wheatfield. Behind it thar lies Longstreet with his rebels. Here be the Yanks, and Cemetery Ridge behind 'em. Hancock--he's our general-- he's got to hold the Ridge, till reinforcements from Taneytown. But lose the Wheatfield, lose the Ridge, and lose the Ridge--lose God-and-all!-- Lee, the old fox, he'd nab up Washington, Abe Lincoln, and the White House in one bite!-- So the Union, P
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