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large sucker to the bank I felt that I was being choked 

 and awoke. 



The rush of awakening thoughts brought Longfel- 

 low's lines: 



" 'Twas but a dream; let it pass, let it vanish like so many others! 

 What I thought was a flower is only a weed, and is worthless." 



And then the reply of Clarence to Brakenbury came 

 up: 



"Oh! I have pass'd a miserable night, 

 So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, 

 That, as I am a Christian faithful man, 

 I would not spend another such a night, 

 Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days." 



After this I never heard of Stephen. I looked for 

 him in the army, but never could find any who knew 

 him. When we lay in the trenches of Cold Harbor for 

 ten days within one hundred yards of the enemy a de- 

 tachment of Berdan's sharpshooters was our picket as 

 well as skirmish line, and as they could not leave their 

 pits in daytime and live, I used to ask after Steve when a 

 man came over to our works at night for rations or am- 

 munition, but none of them knew him. After the war 

 none of the boys seemed to know what "got" Steve. 

 Phisterer's "New York in the Rebellion," p. 517, says 

 of this regiment: "Company B, Captain Stephen Martin, 

 * * * was organized at Albany, and mustered into 

 the United States service for three years, November 29, 

 1 86 1." The official register of volunteer officers gives 

 his resignation as November 15, 1861. Therefore I am 

 not now surprised that I could not find him in the field, 

 when he resigned his commission fourteen days before 

 his company was mustered into the service. 



Looking all this over in the light of riper years, I 



