"We don't think alike, maybe, about the things that are coming, but you and I can't quarrel." He released the hand quickly, because he hated any show of emotion, and hurried down a side street to his home.

Harry walked on into the heart of the town, as he lived farther away on the other side.

He soon had plenty of evidence that the news of South Carolina's secession had preceded him here.

There had been no such stir in Pendleton since they heard of Buena Vista, where fifty of her sons fought and half of them fell.
Despite the snow, the streets about the central square were full of people.

Many of the men were reading newspapers.