Perhaps when I do realize, the reaction will set in.

But now I am strong, and--and not at all frightened." "Nor hungry ?" "It is hard to eat, but I am often that way." Her hand strayed to the emptied haversack, and she turned it carelessly over, where it lay beside her on the sand.

"Why, this is an old Confederate sack, isn't it?
I hadn't noticed before; see, the 'C.

S.A.' is on the flap." "So it is; perhaps Moylan served in the South." "I think not.

I am sure this was never his, for he bought it at Dodge.
I remember he told me he would have to find something to carry our lunch in." She pushed the flap farther back, then held it up to the sunlight.