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LIFE ON THE MISSISSIPPI.

shivered out. Windows
of the houses vacant —
looked like eye-holes in a
skull. Whole panes were
as scarce as news.

* We had church Sun-
days. Not many there,
along at first ; but by-and-
bye pretty good turnouts.
I've seen service stop
a minute, and everybody
sit quiet — no voice heard,
pretty funeral-like then —
and all the more so on
account of the awful boom
and crash going on out-
side and overhead; and
pretty soon, when a body
could be heard, service
would go on again. Organs
an'd church -music mixed
up with a bombardment
is a powerful queer com-
bination — along at first,
Coming out of church,
one morning, we had an
accident — the only one
that happened around me
on a Sunday. I was just
having a hearty hand-
shake with a friend I
hadn't seen for a while,
and saying, 'Drop into
our cave to-night, after
bombardment; we've got
hold of a pint of prime
wh — .' Whiskey, I was
going to say, you know,
but a shell interrupted.
• A chunk of it cut th&
man's arm off, and left it
dangling in my hand.
that is going to stick the longest in my memory,