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These, in consideration of the rebel's rank, went in search of their corporal, while the whole house broke out into applause at the firmness of the hero, who remained seated like a Roman senator. Hisses were heard, and the inflexible gentleman turned angrily to see if they were meant for him, but the galloping of horses resounded and the stir increased.
I suppose I must go and look for my fag, eh, Wray? Discipline must be maintained." So saying, Oliver stepped out into the passage and strolled off in the direction from which the rebel's voice had proceeded. The passages were empty; only in the Fourth Junior room was there a sound of clamour. Oliver went to the door; it was shut. He pushed; it was fortified.
"Dangerous indeed is his rebellious spirit," cried Edward, in almost speechless wrath, "since it affects even the duty of my own house! Gloucester, leave my presence, and on pain of your own death, dare not approach me till I send for you, to see this rebel's head on London Bridge!"
The next day the young rebel's mother presented herself to thank him with gracious words for his kindness to her son a creature of another world than his, with a beauty, grace and refinement which were a new revelation to his bourgeois eyes. The fair vision haunted him; the music of her voice lingered in his ears. He must see her again.
It was none other than Lieutenant Miller; for there was the scar on his cheek, which had been described to him by the negro. After returning the rebel's salutation, Frank seated himself on the sofa, and said: "I shall trouble you only a moment. I merely came here on a little matter of business. I understand that there is a rebel mail to be carried across the river, from this house, to-night."
But little information could be obtained from them. The remainder of the day and night passed without anything further of note transpiring. Early on the morning of September 11th, we were once more on the move. About 10 A. M. passed through the small town of Goodsonville, or Edgefield Station. We here saw evidences of the Rebel's work of destruction.
"Don't think about it, Virgie," begged Morrison, slipping his arm about the mite, and trying not to put his own beloved ones in the little rebel's place. "What happened then?" "We came to live here," said Virgie; "but Mamma got sick. Oh, she got terrible sick an' one night Daddy came through, and put her in the ground, too. But he says she's jus' asleep." The soldier started. Mrs. Cary dead?
The squinting monkey-faced rebel's name was Will, and Will by force pushed Margaret to the floor, and was dragging her by the hand toward the door, as Paul stepped in. Paul struck him with his fist, and like lightning placed both his feet against the rebel's breast, almost knocking the life out of him.
Louis street car early in '61. The Judge shook his head. "We may pull out," he said. "Pull out!" exclaimed Mr. Sherman. "Who's man enough in Washington to shake his fist in a rebel's face? Our leniency our timidity has paralyzed us, sir." By this time those in the car began to manifest considerable interest in the conversation.
Smith walked in, made a diagonal survey of the encampment, which, if he had ever seen "Mitchell's Geography," probably reminded him of the picture of a Kaffir village, in that instructive but awfully dull book, and then expressed the opinion that usually welled up to every Rebel's lips: "Well, I'll be durned, if you Yanks don't just beat the devil."
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