The war might be another such invention, and we sometimes suspected that it was.

But we found out the truth that day, and for this reason it is among my clearest early recollections.
"For, when the train stopped, they put off a big box and gently laid it in the shade of the fence.

The only man at the station was the man who had come to change the mail-bags; and he said that this was Billy Morris's coffin and that he had been killed in a battle.

He asked us to stay with it till he could send word to Mr.Morris, who lived two miles away.

The man came back presently and leaned against the fence till old Mr.Morris arrived, an hour or more later.