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Going to Jake, she said, "Ain't thar somethin' 'bout a ring in that pra'r book you got in Richmon' an' reads on Sundays?" "Yes, in de weddin' service," Jake replied, and Mandy continued: "Doan' it show dey's married for shoo'!" "For shoo? Yes. I wish Miss Dory had one," Jake answered. Mandy Ann nodded.
An' I ain' er doubtin' dat Gineral Wade Hampton is a mighty fine man 'deed I knows he is but ain' she never heard ob Gineral Johnston? 'N' how erbout Gineral Stuart Yaas'm! 'n' the Black Troop, 'n' the Crenshaw Battery, 'n' the Purcell Battery. Yaas'm! 'n' the Howitzers, 'n' the Richmon' Blues Yaas'm! I sho' did mek her shet her mouf! Braggin' ter er Virginia woman ob South Callina!"
Behind his saddle, one hand gripped tightly in a rent in the soiled gray coat, sat still another Rebel the smallest of them all her tiny legs stretched out almost straight on the horse's wide, fat back. "Daddy how far is it to Richmon' now?" The rider turned his head and pointed north. "It's close now, honey. See that line of hills? That's Richmond. A mile or two and we'll be at home."
The captor stood in silence, waiting for his men; yet, while he stood, the little rebel pattered to his side, slipping her hand in his confidingly. "Mr. Yankee," she asked, and looked up into his face, "are you goin' to let Daddy come to Richmon', too?"
"Don't cry, Daddy-man," she murmured in his ear; "it's all right. I can eat the blackberries. They they don't taste so awful good when you have 'em all the time; but I don't mind." She paused to kiss him, then tried once more to buoy his hope and hers. "We'll have jus' heaps of things when we get to Richmon' jus' heaps an' then "
I'll see you up in Richmon'." The eyes of the two men met and held, in the hardest moment of it all; for well they knew this hopeful prophecy could never be fulfilled. Morrison sighed and moved toward the door; but, from its threshold, he could see his troopers returning at a trot across the fields. "Wait," he said to Cary; "I'd rather my men shouldn't know I've talked with you."
"And de goose dey'd picked out fo' dat Christmas dinner sho' was a noble bird ya-as'm! Dere was an army ob geese aroun' de pond, but de one dey'd shet up fo' two weeks, an' fed soft fodder to wid er spoon, was de noblest ob de ban'," said Uncle Rufus, unctuously. "Well, dar warn't time tuh send on to Richmon' fo' a sho' 'nuff cook, an' de dinnah pahty was gaddered togedder.
The latter believed that there was rich booty hidden somewhere about that old house, and he hoped in time to have the handling of some of it. "I mean the money your maw got when she went to Richmon' an' around," replied the man, who, in coon hunters' parlance, began to wonder if he wasn't "barking up the wrong tree." "Can you prove that she brought any money back with her?"
His drooning, voodoo voice rang through the woods in weird echoes: "Oh, my men! Dis here's gwine ter be er great fight. De greatest fight in all de war. We gwine ter take ole Petersburg dis day. De day er Juberlee is come. Yes, Lawd! An' den we take Richmon', 'stroy Lee's army an' en' dis war.
Dat's marster! Go 'way, 'ooman! don' tell me he in Richmon'! Dat's marster!" The reel ended suddenly. There was a sound of dismounting, a step upon the porch, a voice. "Father, father!" cried Judith, and ran into the hall. A minute later the master of Greenwood, his children about him, entered the drawing-room. Behind him came Richard Cleave.
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