We don't belong ter the same parties, we don't jine the same churches, an' thar's more or less trouble a-gwine on batween us an' them continnerly." "Then when the war broke out you took different sides as usual ?" "Of course! of course! The big nigger-owners an' the ornery whites who air just ez much ther slaves ez ef they'd been bot an' paid fur with ther own money, became red-hot Secessioners, while our people stuck ter the Union.

The very old Satan hisself seemed ter take possession ov 'em, and stir 'em up ter do all manner o' cruelty ter conquer us inter jinin' in with 'em.

The Brills an' Fortners hed allers been leaders agin the other people, an' now the Rebels hissed their white slaves onter our men, ez one sets dogs onter steers in the corn.

The chief man among 'em wuz Kunnel Bill Pennington." Harry looked up with a start.
"Yes, the same one who got his reward yesterd," she continued, interpreting the expression of his eyes.

"The Penningtons air the richest family this side o' Danville.