'Do you remember?' said Nehemiah, when we returned. 'Do you remember when you were a little boy, coming one night to the old log house on Bowman's Hill with Uncle Eb?
'I remember it very well,' I answered.
'That was the first time I ever saw you,' he said.
'Why, you are not the night man?'
'I was the night man,' he answered.
I stared at him with something of the old, familiar thrill that had always come at the mention of him years agone.
'He's grown a leetle since then,' said Uncle Eb.
'I thought so the night I carried him off the field at Bull Run,' said Nehemiah.
'Was that you?' I asked eagerly.
'It was,' he answered. 'I came over from Washington that afternoon. Your colonel told me you had been wounded.