Aunt Fanny, The First Little Pet Book with Ten Short Stories in Words of Three and Four Letters
“ O dear! he has been shot; he is dead! How did such a boy [Pg 118] come here?' I did not dare to go up and look; but one of our own men went near; he gave one look, and then said in a low, sad tone: 'It is our Will.'"Oh! then I ran and fell down by my boy, my dear dead boy. He lay on his face; he did not stir."I took his hand in mine, [Pg 119] and did turn his dear face so that I could see it. With sobs I took him up in my arms. He was yet warm, and a hope rose in me that he was not dead. Yes, the good God did not let him die then, for he gave a low moan of pain, tho' his eyes were yet shut. ”
