"What brigade was the Seventeenth Pennsylvania in?"
"In the Third Brigade, your honor."
"And who commanded it?"
"General Anderson--that is, until he was killed at the battle of
Chancellorsville. My father was there."
"I was there, too," said the judge.
"My father used to tell me about it," exclaimed Samuel with sudden
eagerness. "His brigade was in the right wing and they had a double
line of trenches. And the rebels charged the line with cavalry. They
charged a dozen times during the day, and there were big trees cut
down by the bullets. My father said the rebels never fought harder
than they did right there."
"Yes," said his honor, "I know. I was one of them."
Everyone within hearing laughed; and Samuel turned crimson.
"I beg pardon, your honor," he said.
"That's all right," said the judge. And then he added gravely, "Very
well, Samuel, we'll give you another chance for your father's sake.
But don't let me see you here again."
"No, your honor," said Samuel. Then he
added quickly. "But what can I do?"
"Get out of Lockmanville," said the other.
"But how? When I've no money. If your honor could only help me to some
work."
"No," said the judge. "I'm sorry, but I've found jobs for three men
this week, and I don't know any more."
"But then--" began Samuel.
"I'll give you a dollar out of my own pocket," the other added.
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