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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.

The smoker twinkled. "You're different from Ned Ferry," he said.

Through the shifting colonnades of pine, a hundred yards in front of us, came two horsemen in the same blue-gray of the pair beside me. "Whoever he is," I said, "that gray he's riding is his second best, or it's borrowed," for his mount, though good, was no match for him.

"Nor no woman?" I asked, and again across the back of my neck my two companions gazed at each other.

"Some of our boys attacked by a rabbit," I suggested, but still hearkened.

"Hi! there goes one of them!--Halt!--Halt, you blue--" pop!--pop!--pop!

"You'll be the first prisoner I ever shot if you get any funnier!"

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