I've heard tell there was a big war goin' on in these parts, but this is my land, an' I'm goin' to stay on it." "A good farmer, if not a good patriot.

Good day." "Good day." They rode on and, in spite of themselves, laughed.
"I'm willing to wager that he knows a lot about Lee and Jackson," said Warner, "but the days of the rack and the thumbscrew passed long ago, and there is no way to make him tell." "No," said Dick, "but we ought to find out for ourselves." Nevertheless, they discovered nothing.

They saw no trace of a Southern soldier, nor did they hear news of any, and toward nightfall they rode back toward the army, much disappointed.

The sunset was of uncommon beauty.

The hot day was growing cool.