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Our camp was in the heart of Copiah County, Mississippi, a mile or so west of Gallatin and about six miles east of that once robber-haunted road, the Natchez Trace. Austin's brigade, we were, a detached body of mixed Louisiana and Mississippi cavalry, getting our breath again after two weeks' hard fighting of Grant. Grierson's raid had lately gone the entire length of the State, and we had had a hard, vain chase after him, also.

"Well,--yes,--he--he is,--with some."

My silence implied that I knew it, though I did not feel any brighter, happier or cleaner.

Breathe, O! breathe to me, as these love-languid skies To yon twilight star breathe, Return, return!

"Good-bye,--Dick."

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