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Title: The blue and the gray, or, The Civil War as seen by a boy : a story of patriotism and adventure in our war for the Union
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: White, Annie Randall
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Contributing Library: State Library of North Carolina, Government & Heritage Library
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nd on his way he saw a youngblack girl who had been on board with her mistress. She wasbeing drawn at a rapid pace through the water, by hanging tothe tail of a mule, who was swimming vigorously to land. Onemoment her head would be under the water, as the mule wentalong, and the next she would come up to the surface, sputteringand shaking it from her streaming head, but never for an in-stant relaxing her hold of the frightened animal, who must havewondered a little why he was being used for a tow boat. Ralphslove of fun and the queer spectacle overcame him, even in themidst of danger, and as she went by, he asked her how she wasgetting along. Fust rate, massa. Well make de passage, I low, soonerdan yo crew will. All the passengers were saved, and those who owed theirrescue to Ralphs courage, would have made him the hero ofthe hour, but he modestly disclaimed any praise, for it was bymere luck, he said, that the gang-plank came his way, and anyone would have done as much, or even more.
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246 A FEELING OF JOY. A gunboat was sent to take them up the river, and soonthe placid scenery of the Mississippi was exchanged for the ripefields, the well-tilled farms of Illinois, as they were whirled onthe train toward Chicago. The sun poured down his hottestbeams, the skies were sultry, and the pavements hot and dusty, when they reached that city, but a receptionTHEJL°^?JiEACH awaited them, which made the heat and dust CHICAGO. seem trifles, as they marched through the linesof people who greeted them on their return from the war. Andas the battle flags were borne aloft, some mere tattered rags,some with blood dyed folds, carried by maimed and scarredveterans, whose eagle eyes scanned the throngs to find some onewhom they knew and who would clasp them by the hand as inthe olden time, there was not a man in those thinned ranks butthanked his heavenly Father that once more he trod the soil ofa clime where peace folded her snowy wings, and the sounds ofwar and discord were heard no

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