In his haste to see his sister, he neglected to clean up, and appeared before her in his coal heaver's make-up.
"You, Will?
I won't believe it! I won't, I won't, I won't!" And for a second she covered her face with her hands.

Then she picked out the cleanest spot on his grimy countenance and kissed him there, while we looked on in envy.
The "Yankee" at last receiving orders to sail for the front, left Tompkinsville May 29th.

We passed out of the Narrows with a feeling of relief.

The work we had just finished was the hardest we had ever experienced.

It was particularly tantalizing because we were almost in sight of our homes, but could not visit them.