We were dressed precisely alike--white stockings, white dresses, with big blue sashes, and white sunbonnets.

Jed's right and my left hand were clasped together.

In each of our free hands we carried two small pails.
"Take it easy," father cautioned, as we began our advance.

"Go slow.
Walk like girls." Not a shot was fired.

We made the spring safely, filled our pails, and lay down and took a good drink ourselves.