The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-03-31
AT THE PANORAMA.

tion upon the one point in the pic- ture.
 Presently short, thick-set man de- tached himself from the crowd, and paused by the side of the tall man. The short man had a stubbled face, gray eyes, a wide, loose mouth and a more than adequate chew of tobacco. He appeared to be about forty years of age. He stood close to the tall man, joining his silence to that of his companion, for five minutes or more. Then he said
 "Howdy, stranger"
 The tall man looked down rather solemnly but not displeasedly "Howdy yourself?" he replied.
 "Purty far pictur," remarked the short man, casually.
 "You bet !" said the tall man.
 "Ever seen it afore?"
 "You bet !"
 "Reckon maybe you fit in the late war;"
 "You bet p'
 "Confed?"
 "You bet not !"
 "I wuzw
 The tall man didn't answer for some time, during which he seemed to be refecting deeply. Finally he drew 8 long breath and said: "All right!"
 "Wuz you thar?" inquired the short man, indicating the picture in a gen. eral way.
 "You bet 1" said the tall man.
 "Whar?" queried the short man.
 "There '" said the tall man, point ing toward the spot which had seemed to rivet his attention for so long & time.
 "When?"
 The tall man showed signs of ami nation. "Say, stranger" he began, Git pears to me you was mighty curious like. What # was there, an what f wasn't? What # was there one day, an what # wasn't there another?"
 The short man laughed good natur- edly. "Wall," he answered, "nothin'. Only wuz thar, too"
 "You?"
 "Me!"
 "Where?"
 "Tharl" exclaimed the short man, pointing to the exact place before des- ignated by the tall man.
 The tall man looked closely at his companion, and then the fascinating location in the picture. "That there's Round Top" said he, at once asserting his own information, and inquiring into the validity of the others.
 Exactly" assented the short man. "That thar's Round Topv'
 Neither spoke for a minute or two. Then the tall man turned again from the attractiveness of Round Top to the consideration of his companion.
 "Looky here," said the tall man, slowly, "I want to tell ye somethin' fit at Gettysburg on the day't Sykes an Longstreet's men was raisin' the deuce to git hold of that there little ridge. I was with Sykes. I'd been laid off for while sick, but got to work fore Gettysburg. Looky here if ever killed ary one twas at that thar Rou nd Top. hadn't been in no other battle to speak of, and hadn't never shot to kill anybody in pertick- Ter, jes' lettin' fly in 8 gineral way s yOu Oue tiAoS uoy HI the charge I seen a little drummer boy, a reb, he'd got hold of gun some way, an he was a pintin' t me, close range. I let him have it fust, an he rolled over nigh unto a stump and ketched there, am got just one glimpse into his big gray eyes fillin' with tears, an heard just one little sob from his white throat, which you could see on account of the bustin' open of his shirt, an then the charge come right up onto me an I was lifted clean offen my feet an' never seen the boy no more. No, I never seen him no more. But, stranger, can't git that boy out O my mind. Pm always dreamin' of his eyes an' his throat with the sob into it am always 8 wonderin' if he died. If I'd killed more of lem it wouldn't bother me so much, but to think of feller goin' to war an killin' just one poor little, gray-eyed drummer boy-ay, stran- ger, I'd give thousands q dollars, f I had lem, to know t that kid got we'll p
 The short man had listened with keen interest at first-afterward with the quietness of one who knows ex-