He had the body all right, but what
good was a body without a head? He couldn't find it anywhere. The rest
of the army came up and helped in the search, but 'twasn't any use.
That general's head had disappeared as if by magic. At first it was
thought they might trace it by the cuss-words it was uttering, but you
see by this time everybody was swearing, so it was like looking for a
needle in a haystack. They kept on hunting for nearly a week, because
Grandpa wanted to send that feller's head to his widow, so's she could
give it a decent burial and also get the insurance. He--"
"And so's she could get married again," broke in Frederick.
"Exactly. Well, after the war was over, Grandpa he went back to his
castle to rest up for the next war, and to have his sword sharpened
and his petard fixed. One dark night he was a-setting in his ante-room
pondering over the past and wondering what had become of that feller's
head--and also what had become of his widder, who was a most
bewitching creature and would make any man a most desirable wife,
especially if he didn't have one already--which Grandpa didn't.
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