der. The Yankees and our men was all mixed up together, and just after dark the full moon came up through the trees and you could see as plain as day. I begun to sing the old hymn, "There is a land of pure delight," and you ought to have heard them ten thousand wounded men sing!
"While we was singing the General came through lookin' up his men. He seed me and said,
"Is that you, Tom Camp?"
"I looked up at him, and he was crying like a child, and he went on from man to man cryin' and cussin the fool that sent us into that hell-hole. The General's a rough man, if you rub his fur the wrong way, but his heart's all right. He's all gold I tell you!"
"Well, I'm in for a tussle with him, Tom."
"Shucks, man, you can beat him with one hand tied behind you if you've got his gal's heart. She's got his fire, and a gal as purty as she is can just about do what she pleases in this world."
"I hope she can bring him around. I like the General. I'd much rather not fight him."
"Where's Flora?" cried Tom looking around in alarm.
"I saw her going toward the spring in the edge of the woods there a minute ago," replied Gaston.
Tom sprang up and began to hop and jump down the path toward the spring with incredible rapidity.
Flora was playing in the branch below the spring and Tom saw the form of a negro man passing over the opposite hill going along the spring path that led in that direction.
"Was you talkin' with that nigger, Flora?" asked Tom holding his hand on his side and trying to recover his breath.
"Yes, I said howdy, when he stopped to get a drink
