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While looking at it, a negro passed who was riding up and down the coast collecting lint, so I gave him all we had made, and commenced some more. Presently, we met Mr. Phillips, to whom Phillie put the same question. "He is on the Laurel Hill a prisoner Confound that negro! where did he go?"
Nolan, told Phillie "he had no doubt he had been sent to New Orleans on the Whiteman, that carried General Williams's body; and that every soul had gone down on her." Fortunately, just then the overseer brought a letter from him saying he had gone on another boat, or the man's relish of the distressing might have been gratified.
Five minutes after, we saw a flash directly before us. "See it? Lightning, I expect," said Phillie. The others all agreed; but I kept quiet, knowing that some, at least, knew what it was as well as I, and determined not to give the alarm for I was beginning to feel foolish. Before half a minute more came a tearing, hissing sound, a sky-rocket whose music I had heard before.
And so on, each answer as far as concerned her, seeming a labor, but the part relating to the servant very hearty. Poor Phillie complained that everybody was selfish thought only of their own affairs, and did not sympathize with her. "Yes, my dear," I silently assented; for it was very true; every one seemed to think of their own interests alone.
"Guess not they'd make trouble in the golden streets, I'm afraid." "Oh, dear! then Phillie can't see my goat. I'm so awful sorry," said Budge. "I can see your goat, Budgie," suggested Toddie. "Huh!" said Budge, very contemptuously. "YOU ain't dead."
"Some people think they have, old boy." "Well, I know they DON'T, cos if Phillie had wings, I know he'd fly right down here an' see me. So they don't." "But maybe he has to go somewhere else, Budge, or maybe he comes and you can't see him. We can't see angels with OUR eyes, you know." "Then what made the Hebrew children in the fiery furnace see one? Their eyes was just like ours, wasn't they?
We know the last guerrilla left the parish five days ago. Our host insisted on giving us supper, though Phillie represented that ours was on the road; and by eleven o'clock, tired alike of moonlight and fasting, we gladly accepted, and rapidly made the preserves and batter-cakes fly.
I saved the most useless of articles with the greatest zeal, and probably left the most serviceable ones. One single dress did my running-bag contain a white linen cambric with a tiny pink flower the one I wore when I told Hal good-bye for the last time. The others I left. When I got down with my knapsack, mother, Phillie, and Mrs. Walters were AT RANDALLSON'S LANDING, August 11th.
Four miles beyond, the carriage stopped at some house, and, still determined to get over the river, I stepped into the little cart that held our trunks, drove up to the side of it, and insisted on mother's getting in, rather than going the other way with Phillie.
All was commotion; every one flew to pack up. Phillie determined to go to her friends at Grosse Tête, and insisted on carrying us off with her. But I determined to reach Miriam and Lilly if possible, rather than put the Federal army between us.
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