. Incidenti tra fucili e conchiglie : l'unica opera autentica che ha dato i tanti tragici e toccanti incidenti che sono venuti sotto l'avviso della Commissione cristiana degli Stati Uniti durante i lunghi anni della guerra civile. Bully per la Commissione cristiana ! gridò un largo-sveglio, jollysoldato vicino, con una brutta ferita nel suo braccio sinistro. Grazie, Dio benedica la Commissione, dico, Bill, arntthey bully? Sono le espressioni che sento dietro di me. In uno dei rioni sono venuto su un soldato che aveva perso la sua legthe il giorno prima. Era steso al suo fianco. Era robusto, sano

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. Incidents among shot and shell : the only authentic work extant giving the many tragic and touching incidents that came under the notice of the United States Christian Commission during the long years of the Civil War . ade the contribution. Bully for the Christian Commission ! shouted a wide-awake, jollysoldier near by, with an ugly wound in his left arm. Thank you, God bless the Commission, I say, Bill, arntthey bully ? are the expressions which I hear behind me. In one of the wards I came upon a soldier who had lost his legthe day before. He was lying upon his side. He was robust, healthy, strong and brave. The hours dragged heavily. He did not see metill I stood before him—and not even then. He was stabbing hisknife into a chip with a nervous energy, as if he was in imaginationbayoneting a Rebel—trying to forget the pain—trying to bridge overthe lonely hours and shut the gloom out of the future. I touched hiselbow. He looked up: Would you like an orange? By jingo ! that is worth a hundred dollars! He grasped it as a drowning man clutches a chip, as if to lose athousandth part of a second he would miss the prize. Where did this come from ? The Christian Commission had a box arrive last night.. THATS WORTH A HUNDRED DOLLARS. 3^°^ AT THE FRONT. 311 The Christian Commission? My wife belongs to that. Sheivrote to me about it last week, that they met to make shirts for it. Then you have a wife ? Yes, sir, and three children. His voice faltered. Ah ! the soldier never forgets his home. Hedashed away a tear, took in a long breath, and was strong again. Where do you hail from, soldier? From old Massachusetts. I had a snug little home upon thebanks of the Connecticut, but I told my wife that I didnt feel justright to stay there Avhen I was needed out here, and so I came, andhere I am. I shall write home and tell Mary about the ChristianCommission. I have been wishing all day that I had an orange; Iknew it was no use to wish. I didnt suppose there was one in camp;b

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