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The aide-de-camp laughed like a rustic and vanished. "Smith," said the Major, "your eyes are--"

"Suppose it wasn't either."

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"I tell her as a friend," he said, "she'll get one into Fortress Monroe yet!"

I found but one white figure under the dim veranda eaves. "Miss Camille?"

"--With General Austin," I continued, "--and with Lieutenant Ferry?"

Day came swiftly. By the time I could trot down to the sycamore it was perfectly light even in the shade of an old cotton-gin house close inside the corner of the small field around which I was to turn. The vast arms of its horse-power press, spreading rigidly downward, offered the only weird aspect that lingered in the lovely morning. I have a later and shuddering memory of it, but now the dewy air was full of sweet odors, the squirrel barked from the woods, the woodpecker tapped, and the lark, the cardinal and the mocking-bird were singing all around. The lint-box of the old cotton-press was covered with wet morning-glories. I took the bridle-path between the woods and the field and very soon was down in the dense forest beyond them. But the moment I was hid from house and clearing I turned my horse square to the left, stooped to his neck, and made straight through the pathless tangle.

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