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The Guns of Bull Run

CHAPTER VII
12/45

All the winds blew in the same direction in South Carolina and they sang one song of triumph, but in Kentucky they were variable and conflicting, and their voices were many.
He felt the difference as soon as he reached the hills of his native state.

People were cooler here and they were more prone to look at the two sides of a question.

The air, too, was unlike that of South Carolina.

There was a sharper tang to it.

It whipped his blood as it blew down from the slopes and crests.
It was afternoon when he reached the little station of Winton and left the train, a tall, sturdy boy, the superior of many a man in size, strength and agility.


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