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قراءة كتاب From School to Battle-field: A Story of the War Days
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From School to Battle-field: A Story of the War Days
FROM SCHOOL TO BATTLE-FIELD
A STORY OF THE WAR DAYS
BY
CAPTAIN CHARLES KING, U.S.A.
AUTHOR OF "TROOPER ROSS," ETC.
ILLUSTRATED BY
VIOLET OAKLEY AND CHARLES H. STEPHENS
PHILADELPHIA
J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY
1899
Copyright, 1898,
BY
J. B. Lippincott Company.
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I.
CHAPTER II.
CHAPTER III.
CHAPTER IV.
CHAPTER V.
CHAPTER VI.
CHAPTER VII.
CHAPTER VIII.
CHAPTER IX.
CHAPTER X.
CHAPTER XI.
CHAPTER XII.
CHAPTER XIII.
CHAPTER XIV.
CHAPTER XV.
CHAPTER XVI.
CHAPTER XVII.
CHAPTER XVIII.
CHAPTER XIX.
CHAPTER XX.
CHAPTER XXI.
CHAPTER XXII.
CHAPTER XXIII.
CHAPTER XXIV.
CHAPTER XXV.
ILLUSTRATIONS
| PAGE | |
| "Come down aff the top o' dthat harrse!" | Frontispiece. |
| Almost senseless, till Shorty strove to lift his bleeding head upon his knee | 30 |
| "I couldn't stand it. I had to go" | 106 |
| She was permitted to read and to weep over Snipe's pathetic letter | 123 |
| First capture of the advancing arms of the Union | 221 |
| "Where'd you get that watch?" | 302 |
FROM SCHOOL TO BATTLE-FIELD.
CHAPTER I.
"If there's anything I hate more than a rainy Saturday, call me a tadpole!" said the taller of two boys who, with their chins on their arms and their arms on the top of the window-sash, were gazing gloomily out over a dripping world. It was the second day of an east wind, and every boy on Manhattan Island knows what an east wind brings to New York City, or used to in days before the war, and this was one of them.
"And our nine could have lammed that Murray Hill crowd a dozen to nothing!" moaned the shorter, with disgust in every tone. "Next Saturday the 'Actives' have that ground, and there'll be no decent place to play—unless we can trap them over to Hoboken. What shall we do, anyhow?"
The taller boy, a curly-headed, dark-eyed fellow of sixteen, whose long legs had led to his school name of Snipe, turned from the contemplation of an endless vista of roofs, chimneys, skylights, clothes-lines, all swimming in an atmosphere of mist, smoke, and rain, and glanced back at the book-laden