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Illustration - Caleb
Caleb at Gettysburg For some reason, however, he sat for a sketch artist in Gettysburg. The man had several stand of arms nearby that he used as props. When Caleb saw a Spencer propped against an iron rail, he picked it up. His mind went back half a century to Charleston and he remembered talking with Tom about making a similar gun. “Want me to sketch you?” the artist asked. “Only two-bits.” Caleb sat done on the stool cradling the Spencer in his arms. There he sat for more than an hour. “At my age, sitting still comes easy. It’s moving that’s hard.” “How’d you manage to live so long?” Caleb quipped, “Just get up each morning and remind
myself to keep breathing.” He brought back the sketch as his lone
treasure. There were commemorative medals, but Caleb would have none of
them. “There weren’t no glory in living or dying, just surviving,”
was all he’d say on the matter. |
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