are a man of principle, or you wouldn't have fought. When I meet a man that fought us I know I am talking to a man, not a skunk. This greasy sanctified Bureau Agent, has decided that I owe my hands fifteen hundred dollars. He knows it's a lie. But his power is absolute. I have no appeal to a court. He has all the negroes under his thumb and he is simply arranging to steal this money. I want to pay you a hundred dollars as a retainer and have you settle with the Lord's anointed, the Rev. Ezra Perkins for me."
"With pleasure, General. And it shall not cost you a cent."
"I'll be glad to pay you, Major. Such a decision enforced against me now would mean absolute ruin. I can't borrow another cent."
"Leave Ezra with me."
"Why couldn't they put soldiers into this Bureau if they had to have it, instead of these skunks and wolves?" snorted the General.
"Well, some of them are a little off in the odour of their records at home, I'll admit," said the Major with a dry smile. "But this is the day of the carrion crow, General. You know they always follow the armies. They attack the wounded as well as the dead. You have my heartfelt sympathy. You have dark days ahead! The death of Mr. Lincoln was the most awful calamity that could possibly have befallen the South. I'm sorry. I've learned to like you Southerners, and to love these beautiful skies, and fields of eternal green. It's my country and yours. I fought you to keep it as the heritage of my children."
The General's eyes filled with tears and the two men silently clasped each other's hands.
"Send in your accounts by your clerk. I'll look them
