Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/196

WAR a hundred of my neighbors. I want to march straight to the White House door, draw up before it and say to the President: 'Father Abraham, we have redeemed ourselves! Here, when the cause is at its lowest, when the outlook is darkest, when even patriots are saying that your war is a failure, we come to tell you that it is not. We come to cheer you, to hold up your tired hands and say, On, yes, by the Lord God! on to Richmond! One more grand effort and it is done! There are still a million soldiers, like us, waiting for precisely this moment, which comes in every struggle—the moment when the contest wavers! Call them; they will come as we have come without calling. We have sent you our money, we have sent you our grain and pork and lead and powder and cloth; but now we send you one hundred men. And from Maryland!'"

Well, there was a thrill abroad, at last. The calling of names and the fighting had stopped and it was serious.

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