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Updated: June 26, 2025
Not one single exception, not one thing that ever happened to me, or that I ever did, has been different from the experiences of all the world. My life with Terry, which I surely expected would be different, would be an exception to the commonplace love affairs of all people, has now ended the same way as everyone else's.
Many's the day I grieved for him, for I was accustomed to have him about me, and I missed him like, and I said in my heart, "Terry, wherever ye may be, I have done the best deed for you and your children, for if you were innocent you have gone to a better place, and if it were sin to live as you did, the less of it you have on your soul the better for you; and as for the children, poor lambs, I can give them a start in the world now I am rid of you!"
It was all ablaze, and, falling upright into the current, kept its equilibrium, that is, it did not fall to any side, but swept slowly downward as upright as when on the tree, and suggested that some giant as big as the Statue of Liberty was walking beneath, with an enormous torch held above his head to light his path. "Did ye iver see the like?" asked Terry. "No; it is wonderful."
"I'll keep the papers," he returned stonily. "I put over rather a good deal to-night, come to think of it." He put on his hat, jamming it down tight, and half turned to go. "When you want to talk ranch matters over with me come to my ranch-house, little pardner!" "Oh!" cried Terry. "Oh!" "Each man's life is what he shapes it for himself." "A stupid, bare-faced, platitudinous lie!"
Yet there was something lacking a sureness of refinement, a last considerateness. With the first word he had spoken, Tabs had detected that he wasn't quite the part. Terry had hurried forward to meet him. She was saying something in a voice so subdued that it did not carry. She had so contrived their grouping or was it an accident? that the General's face was hidden.
He was what may be called a thoroughly equipped warrior, without taking into account the cow-bell, which was suspended by the thumb and fingers of the right hand. It was thus he must have grasped the implement when he caused it to give out the sound that caught the ear of Fred Linden and Terry Clark.
The utter futility of so much wasted feeling bordered on tragedy; the need which it had expressed had been so primitive, so distressingly sincere. He was confronted with the necessity of confessing that his passion for Terry was at an end. When had it died?
He was no longer the calm, philosophical Terry that you know, but the most terribly cruel thing the mind of man can conceive. "Now, I know these are strong words, and I don't know if you can imagine Terry that way, or if you can believe me when I say it is so.
After he had learned some more he would be a printer's devil like Terry, and fetch the beer and run the job press and do other interesting things. There was a little thrill for him in knowing you could say devil in this connection without having people think you were using a bad word. But Dave's time had come.
Very soon the guns were all silenced, and the fort showed evident signs of being much injured. Terry deployed his men across the peninsula as had been done before, and at two o'clock on the following morning was up within two miles of the fort with a respectable abatis in front of his line. His artillery was all landed on that day, the 14th. Again Curtis's brigade of Ame's division had the lead.
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