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American Civil War
SIXTEENTH REGIMENT INFANTRY
The signal colors were no more than tulips, as they blew to and fro on its deserted profile. Its flanks were wild ravines, like the lairs of satyrs and goblins. Before this northern hill the tangle-haired Texans shrank an instant, looking up through powdery countenances. Then, with a yell, they moved up among the bowlders and quarries, threw their sharpshooters into shelves of outcropping shale and hollow rhomboids of gneiss and green stone, and at the crest of Little Round Top, their artillery, far behind, hailed showers of shell and ball.
Michigan in the Civil War
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