Only--there are several foraging parties--small ones, a few miles down the river.

I've been dodging them all morning.

If they come at all they won't trouble either you or Virgie." "But _I'm_ not afraid of them, Daddy-man," cried the small daughter, and she doubled up her fist ferociously.

"Look at _that_." "Aha! There's a brave little Rebel," her father cried as he swept her up in a hearty hug.

"_You're_ not afraid of them,--nor you either, God bless you," and his lips rested for a moment on his wife's soft cheek.
"Only, you are apt to be a little too haughty.