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Roster of the Ninety-Sixth Regiment, Ohio Volunteer Infantry, 1862 to 1865; 1862 to 1865

Roster of the Ninety-Sixth Regiment, Ohio Volunteer Infantry, 1862 to 1865; 1862 to 1865

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ISBN10: 1150703296
ISBN13: 9781150703294
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 62
Weight: 0.28
Height: 0.13 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872 edition. Excerpt: ...as you could dhrink yourself, Miss Rose. Yet the tumbler full would be a great blessing for us all just now, murmured Mrs. Budd. And isn't mutthon good 'atin', ladies? Oeh! if I had but a good swate pratie, now, from my own native Ireland, and a dhrap of milk to help wash it down! It's mighty little that a body thinks of sich thrifles when there's abundance of them; but when there's none at all, they get to be stronger in the mind than riches and honors. You say the truth, Biddy, rejoined the mistress, and there is a pleasure in talking of them, if one can't enjoy them. I've been thinking all the afternoon, Rose, what a delicious food is a good roast turkey, with cranberry sauce; and I wonder, now, that I have not been more grateful for the very many that Providence has bestowed on me in my time. My poor Mr. Budd was passionately fond of mutton, and I used wickedly to laugh at his fondness for it, sometimes, when he always had his answer ready, and that was, that there are no sheep at sea! How true that is, Rosy dear! there are, indeed, no sheep at sea! Nor aunty, answered Rose's gentle voice from beneath the shawl;-- there are no such animals on the ocean, but God is with us here as much as he would be in New York. A long silence succeeded this simple remark of his well beloved, and the young mate hoped that there would be no more of a dialogue, every syllable of which was a dagger to his feelings. But nature was stronger than reflection in Mrs. Budd and Biddy, and the latter spoke again, after a pause of near a quarter of an hour. Pray for me, Missus, she said, moaningly, that I may sleep. A bit of sleep would do a body almost as much good as a bit of bread--I won't say as much as a dhrap of wather. Be quiet, Biddy, ...