'The trumpeter called to the next man, "Trooper Henry Buckingham!" and the next man answered, "Here!"
'"Trooper Henry Buckingham, how is it with you?"
'"How should it be with me? I was a drunkard, and I stole, and in Lugo, in a wine-shop, I killed a man. But I died as a man should. God save the King!"
'I killed a man.'
'So the trumpeter went down the line; and when he had finished, the drummer took it up, hailing the dead Marines in their order. Each man answered to his name, and each man ended with "God save the King!" When all were hailed, the drummer stepped back to his mound, and called,—
'"It is well. You are content, and we are content to join you. Wait, now, a little while."
'With this he turned and ordered my father to pick up the lantern, and lead the way back. As my father picked it up, he heard the ranks of dead men cheer and call, "God save the King!" all together, and saw them waver and fade back into the dark, like a breath fading off a pane.