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Reception of Civil War Troops
Reception of Troops
But here they come with a canteen. Will you go with them? Climb through that window into a car as black as the 'Hole of Calcutta; ' but mind where you step; the floor is one layer deep with wounded soldiers. As you swing the lantern round bandages show white and ghastly everywhere. Bandages, bandages, and now and then a rusty spot of blood. What worn out faded faces look at you. They rouse like wounded creatures hunted down to their lairs as you come. The tin cups, extended in all sorts of hands but plump, strong ones, tinkle all around you; you are fairly girdled with a tin cup horizon. How the dull, pale faces brighten as those cups are filled. On we go, out at one window, in at another, stepping gingerly among wounded limbs. "
American civil war
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