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"You're very good," he said, with a furtive glance at May, who seemed to
see or hear nothing but her brother, who was asking about the last news
from home; "very good indeed, Miss King; especially as regards the
love-letters. I presume it would not be necessary for me even to be at the
trouble of dictating them?"
"Oh, no, certainly not!"
"Joking aside, I shall be greatly obliged if you will write to Aunt
Wealthy to-day for me."
"With pleasure; especially as I can tell her your wound is not a dangerous
one, and you will not lose a limb. But do tell me. What did you poor
fellows get to eat at Andersonville?"
"Well, one week's daily ration consisted of one pint of corn-meal ground
up cob and all together, four ounces of mule meat, generally spoiled and
emitting anything but an appetizing odor; but then we were not troubled
with want of--the best of sauce for our meals."
"Hunger?"
"Yes; we'd plenty of that always. In addition to the corn-meal and meat,
we had a half pint of peas full of bugs."
"Oh! you poor creatures! I hope it was a little better the alternate
week."
"Just the same, except, in lieu of the corn-meal, we had three square
inches of corn bread."
"Is it jest; or earnest?" asked Lottie, appealing to Harold.
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