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being destitute, she thought that could procure a for boy as , she could find employment for . while she told her story, the little fellow kept his eyes intently fixed upon the countenance of the captain. ``i drummed for hill in . and nobly did the little fellow follow him, showing himself to of the drum. we shall be in six weeks. when any of boys returned from foraging, eddie's share of peaches, melons, and other good things was meted out first. during the heavy and fatiguing marches, the long-legged fifer often waded through the mud with little drummer mounted on back, and in same fashion he carried eddie when fording streams. during the fight at 's creek, a of the company was stationed on right of totten's battery, while the balance of company was ordered down into ravine, at left, in it was known a of was concealed.

at he thought it came from the camp of confederates across the creek, but listened he found that came from the deep ravine. for moments the sound stopped, then began again. the notes of drum were familiar to ,--and then he knew that was the drummer-boy from tennessee playing the morning call. just then the corporal was relieved from guard duty, and, asking permission, went at to eddie's assistance. he started down the hill, through the thick underbrush, and upon reaching the bottom of ravine, he followed the sound of the drum, and soon found the lad seated upon the ground, his back leaning against a tree, while his drum hung upon a in of .

while eddie was telling the corporal these particulars, they heard the tramp of coming down the ravine, and in a of the enemy was upon them, and took them both prisoners. the corporal requested the officer in to take eddie up in of , and he did so, carrying the lad with tenderness and care. when they reached the confederate camp the little fellow was dead. the colonel, with , rode ahead, and, striking into , suddenly came upon a secluded little cabin surrounded by of cultivated ground. at the door an woman, eighty years of , was supporting herself on . as rode up she asked if were ``yankees,'' and upon their replying that were, she said: ``have you got the stars and stripes with ? my father fought the tories in revolution, and my old eyes ache for of true flag before i die.