. Der Spion des Jungen; eine im Wesentlichen wahre Aufzeichnung der Ereignisse während des Krieges der Rebellion. Die einzige praktische Geschichte der Krieg telegraphiers auf dem Feld ... spannende Szenen von Schlachten, fängt und Flucht . Fluss.Wir fühlten uns alle ziemlich müde, und, um es milde auszudrücken, wir ruhten uns unwohl am alten Haus. Der Wirt war wie jeder andere Landlord ein solcher Ort – mit Topfbauchigen, roten Nasen, gutmütig und pompös. Ich hatte erwartet, als wir so schnell abfuhren, dass ich von hinten nach Fredericksburg fahren sollte. Ich fühlte mich auf der Seite des Flusses, der uns den ganzen Winter getrennt hatte, ich war mir sicher, G zu sehen

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. The boy spy; a substantially true record of events during the war of the rebellion. The only practical history of war telegraphers in the field ... thrilling scenes of battles, captures and escapes . River.We were all feeling pretty tired, and, to put it mildly, we rested un-easily at the old house. The landlord was like every other landlordat such a place—pot-bellied, red-nosed, good-natured, and pompous. I had expected, when we rode off so briskly, that I should rideinto Fredericksburg from the rear. I felt on that side of the river, which had separated us all winter, I was sure of seeing Geno atlast. The great obstruction of the river, which had been in sightall winter, was now out of mind for the time being. Having heardof the occupation of the town by our forces, it occurred to me thatI might make a little break on my own hook, and ride up toFredericksburg. I said something about it to one of the Staff-officers, who repliedthat Fd better hold on and go along with the rest of them. Get-ting impatient at this point, where it seemed as if we were hiding(ourselves and horses) in the woods, I suggested going out to ouradvance, in hopes of finding a telegiaph wire to tap for news.. TAPPING 1:HE telegraph WIRE. —ARE THE YANKS IN• FREDERICKSBURG r THE BOY SPY. 493 This was readily agreed to. I was furnished a couple of menand directed to the nearest main road. This, as I now recallit, was a road running west from Eichmond toward the Valley.My impression—gathered from the colored people—was, that theroad led to Lexington or Staunton. Anyway, I followed it outsome way until we found an old-fashioned telegraph line. I meanby this, one of the early kind built along the highways. There seemed to be but little travel along, that route just then, so we had a good chance to get at the wire without being seen.One of the men held our horses and kept guard while anotherclimbed or reached up to the wire from a fence. I felt sure, from its dilapitated appearance, that it

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