Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/346

 XXXIV

THE PITY OF IT

ON tried to keep his word to Evelyn—poking into all the rebel places he came to—getting into no end of trouble and danger—shot at and missed—as if the Lord was on his side—inquiring of every prisoner he met—but we never heard anything of Dave—or Mallory.

I was discharged before my time was up because of the loss of my arm at Chancellorsville. Jon stayed in "for the war". But really, to find Dave. He had no heart for the fighting—though when he fought it was as he did everything else; like a man. Yet he always cried over the men he killed and wounded—both Union and Confederate. And he'd send such of them as was possible home all packed in flowers—if it was summer and enough could 330