The Big Sandy news. [volume] (Louisa, Ky.) 1885-1929, 1913-01-10

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merely realizing dimIy that ! looked
up at something white above me
which appeared to sway as though
blown gently by the wind. Ny crop.
ing hand, the only one l appeared
able to move, told me was lying
upon q camp-cot, with soft sheets
about me. and that my head rested
upon pillow. Then passed once
more into Inconsistencies, but this
time 1t was asleep.
When ! once more awakened the
throbbing pain had largely left my
hot temples, and saw that the sway
ing white canopy composed the roof
Of large tent, upon which the
golden sunlight now lay in checkered
masses, telling me the canvas had
been erected among trees. A faint
moan caused ME to move my head
slightly ON the gratefully soft pillow,
and l could perceive a long row OF
cots, exactly similar to the one
occupied, each apparently filled.
stretching away toward an opening
that looked forth into the open air.
A man was moving slowly down the
narrow aisle toward me, stopping
here and there to bend over some
sufferer with medicine or a CHEEKY
word. He wore a short white jacket,
and was without a cap, his head OF
heavy red hair a most conspicuous
object. AS he approached | en-
deavored to speak, but for the moment
my throat refused response to the eff
fort. Then l managed to ask feebly:
Where am I?''
The blue eyes In the freckled, boy.
ish face danced good-humoredly, and
he laid a big red hand gently upon
my forehead.
Field hospital, Sixth Corps" he
said, with a strong Hibernian &C.
cent. "An' how de We loike 1t. John.
N.Y."
Better than some others Eve seem
managed to articulate family. who
won?"
"Divil wan OF us knows" he ad.
mitted frankly, but your fellows did
the retratin'." &
1t was an old, old story to all of us
by that time, and closed my eyes
YEARLY. content to ask no more.
have no way Of knowing how long
l rested there motionless although
awake, my eyes closed to keep out the
painful glare. my sad thoughts busted
with memory Of those men whom ]
had seen reel and fall upon that
stricken field we had battled so vainly
to save. Once I wondered, with sud
den start Of fear, II had lost limb.
II was to be crippled for life, the
one thing l dreaded above all else,
Feeling feebly beneath my bed-cloth.
ing l tested, as best could, each
limb. All were apparently intact, al
though my left arm seemed useless
and devoid of feeling. broken no
doubt, and heaved a sigh of genuine
relief. Then l became partially
aroused to my surroundings by
voice speaking from the cot next
mine.
You lazy Irish marine!" 1t cried
petulantly, that beef stew was to
have been given me an hour ago."
Sure, sor," was the soothing reply,
1T wasn't to be given yer honor till
two o'clock"
We'll. It's all of three now"
"Wan-thirty, on me sowl, sor"
That first voice sounded oddly
familiar, and turned my face that
way. but was unable to perceive the
speaker
''Is that Lieutenant Caton?" l asked
doubtfully.
Most assuredly it is" quickly
"And who are your"
"Coptain Wayne, of the Confederate
Army"
"Oh. Wayne? Glad you spoke, but
extremely sorry to have you here.
eadly hurt?"
mot seriously, l think. No limbs
anyhow. but exceedingly
weak. Where did they get your"
''In the side. a musket ball. but ex-
l would be all right II that