"Say, men, do ye want to die?"
"You're ridin' straight inter the jaws er death."
"Don't do it, I tell ye!"
The President began to rally the men. As they neared the front he was recognized and the wounded began to cheer.
A big strapping soldier was carrying a slender wounded boy to the rear.
The boy put his trembling hand on the man's shoulder, snatched off his cap and shouted:
"Three cheers for the President! Look, boys, he's here—we'll lick 'em yet!"
The President lifted his hat to the stripling, crying:
"To a hero of the South!"