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Wettstein did bravely." The poor fellow had a 

 bad cut on his arm and was in pain, but not a 

 moment would he give himself until brave little 

 Klitschka, smothered in bright straw, was filling 

 herself from the smuggled bag of corn. Then 

 he came to the surgeon and had his wounded 

 arm duly dressed. Although evidently suffering 

 and weak from loss of blood, he gave us a cheer- 

 ing account of Rosa's fight, and dwelt fondly on 

 the supper he had bespoken for us at good Mrs. 



's house, where we had quartered in the 



summer. At nine o'clock, after Klitschka had 

 fed and the patrols had come in, we set out on 

 our march. It was still snowing hard, and even 

 the dead men that marked Rosa's recent ride 

 were fast being shrouded in purest white. One 

 of them Wettstein pointed out as the man with 

 whom he had crossed sabres, and he asked per- 

 mission to stay with the party detailed to bury 

 him, for he had been a " braff homme." With 

 his tender sympathy for friend or foe, he was 

 a truer mourner than a dead soldier often gets 

 from the ranks of his enemy. Even this sad 



