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"They're led in the main attack by Hancock," said the other, a Virginian.
"I caught a glimpse of him through the smoke, just as I had a view of him
for a minute back there by the clump of trees on the ridge at Gettysburg."
"Are you one of Pickett's men?" asked Harry.
"I am, sir, one of the few that's left. I went clear to the clump of
trees and how I got back I've never known. It was a sort of red dream,
in which I couldn't pick out anything in particular, but I was back with
the army, carrying three bullets that the doctors took away from me,
and here I've gathered up two more they'll rob me of in just the same
way."
He spoke quite cheerfully, and when Harry, curving again, was compelled
to release them, both, although badly wounded, wished him good luck.
He found General Ewell in front, stamping back and forth on his crutches,
watching the battle with excitement.
"And so you're here again, Harry. Well it's good news at present!"
he cried. "It seems that their man, Grant, is going to school to Lee
just like the others."
"But some pupils learn too fast, sir!"
"That's so, but, Harry, I wish I could see more of the field. An
invisible battle like this shakes my nerves. Batteries that we can't see
send tornadoes of shot and shell among us.
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