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Updated: June 10, 2025
I found more intelligence among the colored residents of this city than any other Southern city I had visited. Milla Granson used as good language as any of the white people. We found many little incidents to cheer in all our rounds of pitiable scenes of sorrow. We sometimes met men and women among these Southerners of correct views on secession.
"Is this possible?" I said. "I saw men chopping sawmill logs as I came through that wood." "Yes, missus," he answered; "shure's you are bo'n, my sweat lies dar under dem big tree roots. My Milla an' me was married when we's chillen, an' we's had a good many chillen, but de Lo'd knows whar da's gone to; da sole down de riber, many, many year ago.
Standing beside Milla, he was incapable of his former inelegancies and his voice was in a semi-paralyzed condition, like the rest of him. Opposite him, across the circle, Dora Yocum stood a little in advance of those near her, for of course she led the singing.
'One time long ago, said Uncle Ned, 'I see Anaa all-e-same that, four five hours befo' we come up. Capena he say sun go down, sun go up again; he say lagoon all-e-same milla. 'All-e-same WHAT? asked Davis. 'Milla, sah, said Uncle Ned. 'Oh, ah! mirror, said Davis. 'I see; reflection from the lagoon. Well, you know, it is just possible, though it's strange I never heard of it.
Milla had a group of curls on each of her shoulders, for she got her modes at the Movies and had that sort of prettiness: large, gentle, calculating eyes, and a full, softly modelled face, implacably sweet. Ramsey was accustomed to all this charm, and Milla had never before been of more importance to him than an equal weight of school furniture but all at once some magic had enveloped her.
A group of young Italian noblemen had come to Naples to free their brothers from the tyranny of the Austrian oppressors. One night we heard a loud noise. Not having anything to lose, I had my horse harnessed and rode in the direction of the cry. Milla insisted upon accompanying me. When we reached the spot, a bloody fight was going on. We saw shining uniforms. It was at Crotona in Calabria.
Half stunned, choking, spluttering he somehow floundered to his feet; and when he could get his eyes a little cleared of water he found himself wavering face to face with a blurred vision of Milla Rust. She had risen up out of the pod and stood knee deep, like a lovely drenched figure in a fountain.
For the rest of the school term he walked home with Milla every afternoon and on sundays appeared to have become a resolute Baptist. Ramsey sometimes rather supposed they were himself, and the dim idea gave him a sensation partly pleasant, but mostly apprehensive: he was afraid. He was afraid that the day was coming when he ought to kiss her.
Ablert and Sadie, ahead of them, called "good-night" from a corner, before turning down the side street where Sadie lived; and then, presently, Ramsey and Milla were at the latter's gate. He went in with her, halting at the front steps. "Well, g'night, Milla," he said. "Want to go out walking to-morrow night? Albert and Sadie are." "I can't to-morrow night," she told him with obvious regret.
For a moment he held his breath, an involuntary action; he seemed to be standing in a shower of flowers. "Don't you see it, Ramsey?" Milla whispered. "It's a great big one. Why, it must be as long as as your shoe! Look!" Ramsey saw nothing but the thick round curl on Milla's shoulder.
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