I can remember well enough before the war ever so long, and while it was going worst, we would find the wagon covered with more mud in the morning than had been on it at night; and the horses would be splashed and tired.

Once I was awake in the night and heard voices.
It made me want a drink, so I went downstairs for it, and ran right into the biggest, blackest man who ever grew.

If father and mother hadn't been there I'd have been scared into fits.

Next morning he was gone and there wasn't a whisper.

Father said I'd had bad dreams.