I have an uncle and a cousin or two among the malignants, as
good fellows as ever lived--no Amalekites and Canaanites--let Smite-
them Derry say what he will. Elmwood! let's see--that was the troop
that forded higher up, and came on Fisher's corps. This way, dame.
If your son be down, you'll find him here; that is, unless he be
carried into the mill or one of the houses. Most of the wounded lie
there for the night, but the poor lads that are killed must be buried
to-morrow. Take care, dame," as poor Nanny cried out in horror at
having stumbled over a dead man's legs. He held his lantern so that
she could see the face while she groaned out, "Poor soul." And thus
they worked their sad way up to the buildings about the water mill.
There was a shed through the chinks of which light could be seen, and
at the door of which a soldier exclaimed--
"Have ye more wounded, Sam? There's no room for a dog in here. They
lie as thick as herrings in a barrel."
"Nay, 'tis a poor country woman come to look for her son.
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