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"Madam,"--my cap went higher, my head lower--"I never bet."

"Well, no. It's the horse he captured the time he got the Yankee who had him prisoner."

To regain the highroad we had turned into a northerly fork, and were in as lovely a spot as we had seen all day. Before us and close on our right were the dense woods of magnolia, water-oak, tupelo and a hundred other affluent things that towered and spread or clambered and hung. On the left lay the old field, tawny with bending sedge and teeming with the yellow rays of the sun's last hour. This field we overlooked through a fence-row of persimmon and wild plum. Among these bushes, half fallen into a rain-gully, a catalpa, of belated bloom, was loaded with blossoms and bees, and I was directing Camille's glance to it when the shots came. Another outcry or two followed, and then a weird silence.

The General looked at me between puffs of his cigar. "I hear you've ridden over fifty miles to-day."

"Come!" I echoed. We swung into the broader road and followed the contrabands.

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