They had dust here, as they had had it in Virginia, but there it was trampled up by great armies.

Here it was raised by their own little party, and as the October winds swept across the dry fields it filled their eyes with particles.

Yet it was one of the finest regions of the world, underlaid with vitalizing limestone, a land where the grass grows thick and long and does not die even in winter.
"If one were superstitious," said Dick, "he could think it was a punishment sent upon us all for fighting so much, and for killing so many men about questions that lots of us don't understand, and that at least could have been settled in some other way." "It's easy enough to imagine it so," said Warner in his precise way, "but after all, despite the reasons against it, here we are fighting and killing one another with a persistence that has never been surpassed.
It's a perfectly simple question in mathematics.

Let x equal the anger of the South, let y equal the anger of the North, let 10 equal the percentage of reason, 100, of course, being the whole, then you have x + y + 10 equalling 100.

The anger of the two sections is consequently x + y, equalling 100 - 10, or 90.