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Civil War Infantry
Twenty Second Regiment Infantry
On Sunday of the battle the little fellow's occupation is gone. He picks up a gun fallen from some dying hand, finds ammunition, and begins on his own account blazing away close to the ground, like a fire-fly in the grass. Late in the waning day this waif, left almost alone in the whirl of battle, a rebel colonel dashes up, looks down on him, orders his surrender. "Surrender, " he shouts, "you
little!" Scarcely were the words spoken, like a flash Johnny brought his piece to
an order, slipped his hand to the hammer, swings up the gun to a charge bayonet.
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