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It may be that I can have you sent North to-day." "You can do as you please," said Clarence, coldly, "with a prisoner." The blood rushed to Stephen's face. Bowing to the lady, he strode out of the room. Colonel Jennison, running after him, caught him in the street. "You're not offended, Brice?" he said.
Tell me," said he "when the redoubt over the Jackson road was blown up, they said a nigger came down in your lines alive. Is that so?" "Yes," said Stephen, smiling; "he struck near the place where my company was stationed. His head ached a mite. That seemed to be all." "I reckon he fell on it," said Colonel Catesby Jennison, as if it were a matter of no special note.
There Stephen saw the magazines which the Confederates had dug out, and of which he had heard. But he saw something, too, of which he had not heard, Colonel Catesby Jennison stopped before an open doorway in the yellow bank and knocked. A woman's voice called softly to him to enter. They went into a room hewn out of the solid clay.
"The city has surrendered," said that officer. They counted on a burst of anger. Colfax only groaned. "Then you can afford to be generous," he said, with a bitter laugh. "But you haven't whipped us yet, by a good deal. Jennison," he cried, "Jennison, why in hell did you give up?" "Colfax," said Stephen, coming forward, "you're too sick a man to talk. I'll look up the General.
A blow on the nose brought Kramer's blood. Then his left eye went all but shut. At that the yearling spun dizzily. Dick drove a light blow in behind his man's ear. Down went Spurlock's "avenger" sprawling on the floor. Mr. Jennison began to count while Kramer lay on the floor, stirring uneasily, yet not seeming to comprehend his seconds' warnings. " eight, nine, ten!" finished Mr.
For an instant only the man stared at Stephen, and then he dragged himself to the wall. The eyes of the other two were both fixed on the young Union Captain. "My God!" cried Jennison, seizing Stephen's rigid arm, "does he look as bad as that? We've seen him every day." "I I know him," answered Stephen. He stepped quickly to the bedside, and bent over it. "Colfax!" he said. "Colfax!"
When forty thousand dependents were thrown into young Kansas by Price's raid through Missouri, followed by Colonels James Lane and Jennison, I received from General Curtis the report that twenty thousand poor whites and as many freedmen were here to be cared for by government and the benevolence of the North.
"They hated to give up this land here," said a small, dark man. "I used to hear 'em talk it a whole lot. They made out a case." "Hank lived with 'em four years," Jennison explained to Daniel Pratt. "The Indians are a good deal better than we give 'em credit for bein'," said another man. "I lived next 'em in Minnesota and I never had no trouble."
This and your remarkable resemblance to my sister, together with the date you have given me, prove to me beyond the shadow of a doubt that you are the daughter of my niece." "O-h!" breathed Jennie, with tremulous eagerness. "The initials 'A. A. to M. A. J., on the clasp, stand for 'Alfred Arnold to Mildred Arnold Jennison," the gentleman continued. "I am Alfred Arnold.
"Hold on, seh," said Colonel Catesby Jennison; "we may as well drink to that." Fortunately, as Stephen drew near the Court House, he caught sight of a group of officers seated on its steps, and among them he was quick to recognize General Sherman. "Brice," said the General, returning his salute, "been celebrating this glorious Fourth with some of our Rebel friends?"
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