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As I passed up the road through the midst of our nearly tentless camp I met a leather-curtained spring-wagon to which were attached a pair of little striped-legged mules driven by an old negro. Behind him, among the curtains, sat a lady and her black maid. The mistress was of strikingly graceful figure, in a most tasteful gown and broad Leghorn hat. Her small hands were daintily gloved. The mules stopped, and through her light veil I saw that she was handsome. Her eyes, full of thought, were blue, and yet were so spirited they might as well have been black, as her hair was. She, or fate for her, had crowded thirty years of life into twenty-five of time.

"Do you want to see him?" I gathered my horse.

He smiled. "No, but I can put some there if you want it."

"You'll be the first prisoner I ever shot if you get any funnier!"

I took the hint and grew less ferocious. "While you," I said, "are Captain Jewett."

"I can do it, General."

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