The Chattox girls were twins and of about a size with Jed and me.

Several of the women got around to help.

They were the Sunday dresses of the Chattox twins, and had come in the chest all the way from Arkansas.
In her anxiety mother left the baby with Sarah Dunlap, and came as far as the trench with me.

There, under a wagon and behind the little breastwork of sand, Jed and I received our last instructions.

Then we crawled out and stood up in the open.