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"I FIGHTS MIT SIGEL." 157
The next time I saw him his knapsack was gone,
His cap and canteen were missing, Shell, shrapnel, and grape, and the swift rifle-ball,
Around him, and o'er him wTere hissing. How are you, my friend, and where have you been,
And for what, and for whom are you fighting ? He said, as a shell from the enemy's gun
Sent his arm and his musket a " kitinjj : " "I fights mit Sigel!"
And once more I saw him and knelt by his side;
His life-blood was rapidly flowing ; I whispered of home, wife, children, and friends,
The bright land to which he was going; And have you no word for the dear ones at home,
The " wee one," the father or mother ? " Yaw! yaw !" said he, " tell them ! oh ! tell them I fights" —
Poor fellow! he thought of no other — " I fights mit Sigel! "
We scraped out a grave, and he dreamlessly sleeps On the banks of the Shenandoah River;
His home or his kindred alike are unknown, His reward in the hands of the Giver.
We placed a rough board at the head of his grave, " And we left him alone in his glory,"