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Once more we were in the by-road which had brought us westward parallel with the highway. The prisoner drove. Aunt Martha sat beside him, slim, dark, black-eyed, stately, her silver-gray hair rolled high à la Pompadour. With a magnanimity rare in those bitter days she incited him to talk, first of New Orleans, where he had spent a month in camp on one of the public squares, and then of his far northern home, and of loved ones there, mother, wife and child. The nieces, too, gave a generous attention. Only I, riding beside the hind wheels, held solemnly aloof.

Old Dismukes rose. "Good-night. Shall I send this boy that Yankee's horse?"

"What's the name, General, of the man whose house I'm to go to?"

"Ned Ferry! What does Ned Ferry know about my fitness?"

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