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chapter-170		chapter-170			.txt	text/plain	1203	85	86	You can walk old man, though your eyes are almost done, Only hear that approval of hands! As eighty-five years agone no mere parade receivd with applause of friends, But a battle which I took part in myself--aye, long ago as it is, I By his staff surrounded the General stood in the middle, he held up Of that brigade I tell, and how steadily it marchd, It was the brigade of the youngest men, two thousand strong, That brigade of the youngest was cut off and at the enemys mercy. The General watchd them from this hill, I saw the moisture gather in drops on the face of the General. That was the going out of the brigade of the youngest men, two thousand That and here my Generals first battle, My General waited till the soldiers and wounded were all passd over, Ah, hills and slopes of Brooklyn!	./cache/chapter-170.txt	./txt/chapter-170.txt