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In Lee's simple tent on the battlefield amid the ghostly trees of the wilderness his Adjutant-General, Walter Taylor, sat writing rapidly. Sam, his ebony face shining, stood behind trying to look over his shoulder. He couldn't make it out and his curiosity got the better of him. "What dat yer writin' so hard, Gin'l Taylor?" Without lifting his head the Adjutant continued to write.
"Don't you stay, Sukey," said Janice, "if you are needed in the kitchen. His Excellency " "Dat I ain't, chile. Gin'l Washington he trabell wid his own cook, an' Peg an' I 'se only helpin' Mr. Lee set de table and carry de dishes. Now I help ma honey." "Oh, Sukey," carolled Janice, "it is so good to be home again!" "Guess Missus Sukey tink dat too," said William, halting in his labours.
"Gin'l Belmont an' Cap'n McBane would like ter see you, suh." "Show them in, Jerry." The man who entered first upon this invitation was a dapper little gentleman with light-blue eyes and a Vandyke beard. He wore a frock coat, patent leather shoes, and a Panama hat. There were crow's-feet about his eyes, which twinkled with a hard and, at times, humorous shrewdness.
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