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Boys, little Ca-line has brought you her pet squirrel; her father is a soldier, she says. But here the poor child broke down utterly; from her pale lips came a cry which brought tears to the eyes of the brave men who surrounded her:
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Oh, daddy, daddy; I don't _want_ you to be a soldier! Oh, lady, _will_ they do my daddy like this?
human
Uncle Jack, a white-headed old negro, who had come for
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Missy thrust the squirrel into my hands, saying, sobbingly,