THREE:"I was born and brought up there, until I went to West Point," answered the Lieutenant, rather uneasily."Better wait till the Captain comes back and gives the orders," said the Orderly. "I don't want to touch his pockets without the Captain's orders. Then, we ought to have his blanket to bury him in. You go ahead and dig Bob Willis's grave, and I'll take a detail back and bring up the blankets and things."
THREE:"No more'n the dead leaves on the banks."
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TWO:As they wound around and over the hills in front, they saw the "reserves," the "grand guard," and finally the pickets with their reserves drawn in, packed up ready for marching, and waiting for their regiments to come up, when they would fall-in.As the horse slowed down to a walk again a Sergeant of the Guard at the head of a squad stepped out and took him by the reins.