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ever mind; that's right. It's jest that onct-- onct we was boys, onct we was boys--with legs. But never mind. An old boy ain't a bugle. _Onct_, though, he was: and all God's life a-snortin' outn his nostrils, and Hell's mischief laughin' outn his eyes, and all the mornin' winds a-blowin' _Glory Hallelujahs_, like brass music, from his mouth.--But never mind! 'T ain't nothin': boys in blue ain't bugles now. Old brass gits rusty, and old underpinnin' gits rotten, and trapped chipmunks lose their legs. (_With smouldering fire_) But jest the same-- (_His face convulses and he cries out, terribly--straining in his chair to rise._) --for holy God, that band! Why don't they stop that band! POLLY (_going_) I'll run and tell them. Sit quiet, dear. I'll be right back. (_Glancing back anxiously,_ POLLY _disappears outside. The approaching band begins to play "John Brown's Body."_ LINK _sits motionless, gripping his chair._) LINK _Set quiet!_ Dead folks don't set, and livin' folks kin stand, and Link--he kin set quiet.--God a'mighty, how kin he set, and them a-marchin' thar with old John Brown? Lord God, you ain't forgot the boys, have ye? the boys, how they come marchin' home to ye, live and dead, behind old Brown, a-singin' Glory to ye! Jest look down: thar's Gettysburg, thar's Cemetery Ridge: don't say ye disremember them! And thar's the colors. Look, he's picked 'em up--the sergeant's blood splotched 'em some--but thar they be, still flyin'! Link done that: Link--the spry boy, what they call Chipmunk: you ain't forgot his double-step, have ye? (_Again he cries out, beseechingly_) My God, why do You keep on marchin' and leave him settin' here? (_To the music outside, the voices of children begin to sing the words of "John Brown's Body." At the sound,_ LINK'S _face becomes transformed with emotion, his body shakes, and his shoulders heave and straighten._) No!--I--_won't_--set! (_Wresting himself mightily, he rises from his chair, and stands._) Them are the boys that marched to Kingdom-Come ahead
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