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Identifier: mystoryofcivilwa01butl (find matches)
Title: My story of the civil war and the Under-ground railroad
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Butler, Marvin Benjamin, 1834-1914
Subjects: United States. Army. Indiana Infantry Regiment, 44th (1861-1865) Underground Railroad United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Personal narratives United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Regimental histories
Publisher: Huntington, Ind., The United Brethren Publishing Establishment
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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e. Marion, do you know your brother is in camp andwill be here in a few minutes, he is eating his dinner nowbut will be in very soon and take you home. O Aunt Rose, I know you would not trifle with me.is he really here, is he really here? Yes, he is in camp now. Cheer up now, you aregoing home with him. Didnt I tell you youd gethome? Soon Billy came in with two satchels and sat themdown by my cot and I smelled apples.Whose are those, Billy?Your brothers, he answered.Where is he and why dont he come?Hell be here in a few minutes, dont worry.I watched and waited, how long every minuteseemed. The door opened. There stood my brother.O, Prentiss, come here. I used all the strength I hadand raised my arms. O come. He looked at me, twasbut a step from the door to my cot. When he saw myemaciated condition, he was like a child, he could notcontrol himself and cried and sobbed like a child. OMarion, my dear brother, is this you? and there wassilence between us, for neither of us could speak. He
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0 Prentiss come here IN THE RANKS WITH COMPANY A. 305 had knelt down and put his head on my cot and con-tinued to sob. I was the first to speak and said, Dont, Prentiss,dont. I am better now. Ill go home with you, dontieel so badiy. Im not so bad as I look. I will get well,Ill not die now. O, I will get well. Aunt Rose sat at the foot of my cot and O, how hereyes shone through her tears. She rose, took my handand speaking very low, Now youll get well, Marion, Iknow you will and go home to your mother, and leftvery quietly. As soon as Prentiss could speak, he said, Marion,I 2ve I done you harm? Im afraid I have. No, no, Prentiss. Joy never kills. Tell me ofhome, of mother. May and sisters. Tell me all and Illrest.and listen. My apathy was all gone. Then he gave me loving messages from all. Thatthey were all watching, waiting and praying for my re-turn home, and I then resolved again to live, though itmight be through greater suffering than I had yet en-dured. I slept and rested some th

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