Over heah hit seems ez ef all the cedars on the hills hed suddintly turned inter Rebel soldiers.

Three miles from heah the blue-coats are swarmin' thicker'n bees in a field o' buckwheat." "Three miles from here! Is our army within three miles of here ?" "Hit sartinly is, an' the Lord-awfullest crowd o' men an' guns an' hosses thet ever tromped down the grass o' this ere airth.

Why, hit jest dazed my eyes ter look at 'em.

Come ter this other winder.

D' ye see thet furtherest line o' campfires, 'way on yander hill?
Well, them's Union.