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Altsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander), 1862-1919

"A story of the civil war's eve"


Now, fellers, we'll put out the fire an' roll in our blankets. I guess
we don't need to keep any watch here."
Harry was soon in a dreamless sleep, but his momentary reversion to
the wilderness awoke him after a while. He sat up in his blankets and
looked around. A mere mass of black coals showed where the fire had
been, and two long dark objects looking like logs in the dim light were
his comrades.
He cast the blankets aside entirely and walked a little distance up the
stream. The instinct that had awakened him was right. He heard voices
and saw a light. Then he remembered the rope ferry and he had no doubt
that some one was crossing, although it was midnight and past. He went
back and touched Jarvis lightly on the shoulder. The mountaineer awoke
instantly and sat up, all his faculties alert.
"What is it?" he asked in a whisper.
"People crossing the river at the ferry above," Harry whispered back.
"Then we'll go and see who they are. Like as not they're soldiers in
this war that people seem bound to fight, when they could have a lot
more fun at home. Jest let Ike sleep on. He's my sister's son, but I
don't b'lieve anybody would ever think of kidnappin' him.


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