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til the sergeant's husky voice Said "'Tention, squad?" and then, We gave her escort till good-night The little waif we bid, Then watched her toddle out of sight, Or else 'twas tears that hid. Her baby form nor turned about, A man nor spoke a word, Until at length a far faint shout Upon the wind we heard, We sent it back, and cast sad eyes Upon the scene around, That baby's hand had touched the ties That brother's once had bound. That's all, save when the dawn awoke: Again the work of hell, And through the sullen clouds of smoke The screaming missiles fell. Our colonel often rubbed his glass, And marvelled much to see, Not a single shell that whole day fell In the camp of Battery B. THE DANDY FIFTH. BY F.H. GASSAWAY. 'Twas the time of the working men's great strike, When all the land stood still At the sudden roar from the hungry mouths That labour could not fill; When the thunder of the railroad ceased, And startled towns could spy A hundred blazing factories Painting each midnight sky. Through Philadelphia's surging streets Marched the brown ranks of toil, The grimy legions of the shops, The tillers of the soil; White-faced militia-men looked on, And women shrank with dread; 'Twas muscle against money then-- 'Twas riches against bread. Once, as the mighty mob tramped on, A carriage stopped the way, Upon the silken seat of which A young patrician lay. And as, with haughty glance, he swept Along the jeering crowd, A white-haired blacksmith in the ranks Took off his cap and bowed. That night the Labour League was met, And soon the chairman said: "There hides a Judas in our midst; One man who bows his head, Who bends the coward's servile knee When capital rolls by." "Down with him! Kill the traitor cur!" Rang out the savage cry. Up rose the blacksmith, then, and held Erect his head of grey-- "I am no traitor, though I bowed To a rich man's son to-day; And though you kill me as I stand-- As like you mean to do-- I want to tell you a story short, And I ask you'll hear me through. "I was one of those who enlisted first, The old flag to
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