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"Well, well, go on!" exclaimed the crowd
To him who thus much read aloud.
"That's all," he said. "What! nothing more"
"Enough for a cheer, though—hip, hurrah!"
"But here's old Baldy come again—"
"More news!"—And now a different strain.
(Our own reporter a dispatch compiles,
As best he may, from varied sources.)
Large re-enforcements have arrived—
Munitions, men, and horses—
For Grant, and all debarked, with stores.
The enemy's field-works extend six miles—
The gate still hid; so well contrived.
Yesterday stung us; frozen shores
