Thar's been fouten at Triune an' Lavergne, an' all along the line.

They histed the Rebels out'n ther holes everywhar, an' druv' em back on the jump.

Wagon load arter wagon load o' wounded's comin' back.

I come in ahead of a long train agwine ter the hospital.

Hark! ye kin heah 'em now." The women listened.
They heard the ceaseless patter and swish of the gloomy rain--the gusty sighs of the wind through the shade-trees' naked branches--louder still the rolling of heavy wheels over the rough streets; and all these were torn and rent by the shrieks of men in agony.
"Poor fellows," said Rachel, "how they are suffering!" "Think ruther," said Aunt Debby calmly, "of how they've made others suffer.