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Midway of this space I met Scott Gholson, clerk to the Adjutant-general. It was Gholson who had first spoken of me for this detail. He was an East Louisianian, of Tangipahoa; aged maybe twenty-six, but in effect older, having from birth eaten only ill-cooked food, and looking it; profoundly unconscious of any shortcoming in his education, which he had got from a small church-pecked college of the pelican sort that feed it raw from their own bosoms. One of his smallest deficiencies was that he had never seen as much art as there is in one handsome dinner-plate. Now, here he was, riding forth to learn for himself, privately, he said, why I did not appear. Yet he halted without turning, and seemed to wish he had not found me.

"Yes, bub," I replied. The two men laughed so explosively that my horse lifted his head austerely.

The men laughed again. "You must a-been born with all your teeth," said the private, as we quickened to a trot. "What makes you think we ain't after conscripts?"

"Well, say; maybe you'll tell us who this is we're about to meet up with."

"No," he replied, "I came the wrong way."

"About an hour and a quarter."

"Cruel to you?" I took her hand from my arm and held it.

He spurted a pint to reply, "Fishe's batt'ry."

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