The Call of the Cumberlands

"Hardly that," deprecated the head of the Souths. "They sent for me--

that's all. Of course, I had to come."

"Why?"

"Because they had sent. They are my people."

The officer leaned in his saddle.

"South," he said, "would you mind shaking hands with me? Some day, I

want to brag about it to my grandchildren."