HIS SHARE OF GLORY
"Halt!" he yells at me, as happy as a baby!
"Vonner, your uniform—all of them—will be ready the day after to-morrow. We drill twice a day after that. Center Square. Be on hand or I'll send a guard after you. Oh, man, don't you see the victory already? Why, a year ago I would no more have thought of getting a hundred men out of Excelsior for the Union army than I would have thought of flying. Well, don't you see what that means? The South has used up all they have. Poor chaps! Not another man can they get into the army. Lord, haven't they fought! While the North is just waking up. Don't lag. Let's go and end it. Let us get our share of the glory before it is too late. Let us help to force a peace! We want all those bully boys south of Mason and Dixon's line back again in our bed. They're too good to lose."
Well, do you think he got his share of the glory? There's a tombstone in Gethsemane burying-ground with this on:
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