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"
It
's
--
it
's
not
.
It
's
a
Mexican
War
sword
.
You
ca
n't
take
it
.
It
's
my
little
boy
's
.
It
was
his
grandfather
's
!
Oh
,
Captain
,
"
she
cried
,
turning
to
the
sergeant
,
"
please
make
him
give
it
to
me
!
"
The
sergeant
,
pleased
at
his
promotion
,
stepped
forward
.
"
Lem
me
see
thet
sword
,
Bub
,
"
he
said
.
Reluctantly
,
the
little
trooper
handed
it
to
him
.
"
It
's
got
a
solid-gold
hilt
,
"
he
said
.
The
sergeant
turned
it
in
his
hand
,
held
the
hilt
up
to
the
sunlight
to
read
the
engraved
inscription
.
"
'
To
Colonel
William
R.
Hamilton
,
'
"
he
deciphered
.
"
'
From
His
Staff
.
For
Gallantry
.
Buena
Vista
.
1847
.
'
"
"
Ho
,
lady
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
was
at
Buena
Vista
myself
.
"
"
Indeed
,
"
said
Scarlett
icily
.
"
Was
I
?
Thet
was
hot
fightin
'
,
lem
me
tell
you
.
I
ai
n't
seen
such
hot
fightin
'
in
this
war
as
we
seen
in
thet
one
.
So
this
sword
was
this
little
tyke
's
grandaddy
's
?
"
