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“Well, I suppose we'll some of us be in it soon, and who knows how many of us will come out?”
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“Why, boy, you're not showing the white feather, I hope!' and Bill peered anxiously into the lad's troubled face.
“No, sir, I am not, but I can't help thinking of my poor mother, and, besides, you know I am going to fight her people. My mother is a Virginian.”
“Is that so? I know, then, she must feel bad have you in our army. I can't blame her, nuther.
“But she's loyal to our flag, Bill,” the boy hastened to add. “It would break her heart, though, if anything should happen to me.”
“Cheer up! You'll get through all right. I can feel it in my bones.”