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“Doctor,” he said faintly, “tell mother I died like a soldier—will you write to her?”
“Yes.”
The old doctor's tears were flowing freely now. And so were the tears of fifteen or twenty Union troopers who had gathered around the dying boy.
“Yes, I'll write—what's the address, my son?”
“Mother's name is——”
The voice sank to a whisper, and the Federal surgeon placed his ear close to the lad's mouth.
“Is what?”
“Mother—O, Doctor!—meet—heaven—good-by!”