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The Color Sergeant. It was the figure of a young soldier running, clutching the folds of a flag, the staff of which had been shot away. We had known it in all the stages of its growth, and the splendid action and feeling of the thing had come to have a kind of special significance for the half dozen of us who often gathered at Hartwell's rooms--though, in truth, there was as much to dishearten one as to inflame, in the case of a man who had done so much in a field so amazingly difficult; who had thrown up in bronze all the restless, teeming force of that adventurous wave still climbing westward in our own land across the waters. We recalled his
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Scout, his
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Pioneer, his
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Gold Seekers,
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Where in the world does he get the heat to make an idea like that carry? Bentley remarked morosely, scowling at the clay figure.
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Hang me, Hartwell, if I don't think it's just because you're not really an American at all, that you can look at it like that.
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Yes, he replied smiling,