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"No, I would not!" But I had to yield. My dream was that our General had told me a fable. It was of a young rat, which seeing a cockerel, whose tail was scarcely longer than his own, leap down into a barrel, gather some stray grains of corn and fly out again, was tempted to follow his example, but having got in, could only stay there. The boys furnished the moral; it was not complimentary.

"Are you not a New Orleans boy?" she asked as I lifted my képi and drew rein.

Well, he thought a girl might be prettiest at eighteen and handsomest much later. And again I said to myself, "Charlotte Oliver!" But when I looked searchingly into his eyes their manly sweetness so abashed me that I dropped my glance and felt him looking at me. I remembered my fable and flinched. "Isn't your name--" I cried, and choked, and when I would have said Ferry, another word slipped out instead. He did not hear it plainly:

"That will do. Now, beyond Fayette, about seven miles north, there's a place--"

Turn again thine eyes, maiden passing fair. O maiden passing fair, turn again thine eyes!"

"Nonsense!" muttered both men, and I liked them the better.

"Why, I can read my safety in your face. You can't read anything in mine; you're afraid to look."

"General Austin believes it is. You're being used to bait a trap, Richard."

"My mother! Do you know my mother?"

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