"
Jeff thought he had reasoned himself into such a valorous state
that he could walk across the deserted battlefield with
nonchalance; but as he entered on a deeply shadowed dirt-road long
since disused to any extent, he found strange creeping sensations
running up and down his back. The moonlight filtered through the
leaves with fantastic effects. A young silver poplar looked
ghastly in the distance; and now and then a tree out off by a shot
looked almost human in its mutilation.
He had not gone very far before he saw what appeared to be the
body of a man lying across the road. With a sudden chill of blood
he stopped and stared at the object. Gradually it resolved itself
into a low mound in the dim light. Approaching cautiously, he
discovered with a dull sense of horror that a soldier had been
buried where he had fallen, but covered so slightly that the
tumulus scarcely more than outlined his form.
"Ob cose I knowed I d hab ter see dese tings foh I started. What I
such a fool fer? De Feds nor de Yanks am' a-gwine ter bodder me if
I am' steppin' on 'em or ober 'em.
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