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    "title": "No. 80 Letters from the Army of the Potomac written during the Month of May 1864 to several of the Supply Correspondents of the U.S. Sanitary Commission",
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    "ocrText": "52\n53\nmarking must have been done by none other than his little\nit is ready, then lean on their spades and uncover their\nsister Lizzie. Without, perhaps, fully appreciating his\nheads. We also uncover, and one of the chaplains reads\narguments, I saw no good reason for disturbing his impres-\naloud from his little pocket Bible, \"Now is Christ risen\nsion, and left him quite happy in its indulgence.\nfrom the dead, and become the first fruits of them that slept\nPassing from one tent to another, I found a chaplain\n-for since by man came death, by man came also the res-\nstanding by two stretchers, the occupant of each lying with\nurrection of the dead,\" and the rest of the chapter. He is\nstiff out-stretched limbs, and the quiet, upturned face cov-\nfollowed by the other chaplain in a short address, followed\nered with the blanket which was now to serve as a winding\nby a prayer; then the uncoffined forms are lowered, the fresh\nsheet. Another chaplain appeared in a moment, with two\nearth covers them more closely (and more kindly it seems to\nmen bearing another stretcher, the corpse covered with the old\nme) than a wooden box would--the empty space left by their\ngray overcoat which had shielded its wearer from so many\nside for whoever shall come next-wooden boards inscribed\nstorms and served him so often for blanket or pillow. The\nwith their names, companies, and regiments, are placed at\nbearers pick up the stretcher, and they, the two chaplains\ntheir heads, and there we leave them to their long rest, one\nand myself are all that follow the warriors to their grave.\nwrapped in his blanket, while the other-\nA few paces off in a little space between two clumps of\nbushes and saplings, the wide grave is being dug-there is\n\"\nlay like a warrior taking his rest,\nbut one for the three comrades in battle and death-by three\nWith his martial cloak around him.'\nmen who take their turn in digging and resting beneath the\nburning rays of the unclouded overpowering sun. It is\nComing out of the enclosure, I stopped to talk to several\nevidently a matter of pride and conscience with them to dig\nof a crowd, some three hundred, of rebel prisoners, who\ndeep, and make, as one terms it, \"a handsome grave.\" Their\nstood or sat in two groups under guard, some of them in\noaths and rough talk are silenced. The youngest of them,\ngreat trepidation lest the shells sent by their own people\nrather a smart young sergeant, is obviously bent on making\nshould reach them. (The shelling and musketry, but more\na good impression on the chaplains, and talks somewhat\nespecially the cannonading, goes on more or less all the\nlearnedly and sentimentally on the way in which they must\ntime.) One of them was a South Carolina Colonel-named\nhave received their wounds, and on our all having to come\nBrown, I am told-who sat on the ground whittling a piece\nto this, on the field or in our beds, he does not see that it\nof stick with his penknife, which induced a fat officer who\nmakes much difference; but he talks quietly and soon stops,\nstood over him, and probably resented the cutting down\nworking steadily with the others, who have nothing to say\nfrom its maximum proportions of even a piece of wood, to\nexcept to interchange some undertoned remark as to the\ninform him that he would certainly be taken for a Yankee\nearth being loose in this spot, or a stone being in the way\nif he persisted in whittling. The Colonel only grinned,\nthere. Just as they are giving the finishing strokes, some\nhowever, and went on paring; perhaps beginning to enter-\none hurries up, claims one of the bodies to be sent home to\ntain the idea that worse things might befall him than to be\nfriends, and the two men with him carry it off. The diggers\ntaken for a Yankee. One of them, an innocent-looking,\nagree to leave a third of the space unfilled with soil, for some\nmild-eyed young lad-as many of them are-is the son of the\nother body - L'there will be a many graves wanted through\nwoman who lives in the log cabin by the side of which I\nthe day\"-they leap up from the grave and tell the chaplains\nam now writing, and is now therefore a prisoner within a"
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