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American Civil War
SIXTEENTH REGIMENT INFANTRY
A flying battery indeed, it went hawking into the clouds, and when it screamed from its eyrie, the line of battle flags waved like the pinions of its young. Warren was away for reinforcements. Vincent shouted, Aim, men! We must hold fast here though we all perish. '
'Aye! Aye!' came in the niche between the volleys.
"Now the strong mountain groaned to see the blood they spilt down his face. He grew into a volcano, palpitating, smoking, running over with fire. Great seams of blaze zigzagged down his cheeks.
Michigan in the Civil War
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