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his staff were chatting by a camp-fire in front of his headquarters. They were in a pleasant humor: some one had just finished a funny story about a man cut in two by a cannon-shot. Suddenly something staggered in among them from the outer darkness and fell into the fire. Somebody dragged it out by what seemed to be a leg. They turned the animal on its back and examined it—they were no cowards.
"What is it, Cobb?" said the chief, who had not taken the trouble to rise.
"I don't know, Colonel, but thank God it is dead!"
It was not.
