After that Alice confided her experiments to the open fields, where she

could see whatever was in danger, and Harney, galloping up and down the

pike, stirring up dissension and scattering his opinions broadcast

through the country, saw her more than once at her occupation, smiling

grimly as he muttered to himself: "It's possible I may try a hand with

you at shooting some day, my fair Yankee miss."

Blacker, and darker, and thicker the war clouds gathered on our horizon,

but our story has little to do with that first year of carnage, when

human blood was poured as freely as water, from the Cumberland to the

Potomac. Over all that we pass, and open the scene again in the summer

of '62, when people were gradually waking to the fact that Richmond was

not so easily taken, or the South so easily conquered.




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