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open most doors of
upon luck alone I
I have often won-
I ever succeeded in
I Became a Colonel of Artillery.
My own situation at this moment
was too critical, too full of peril and
uncertainty, to afford opportunity for
moralizing over Bungay’s chances of
escape. Only one possibility lay be-
fore me—there remained no choice, no
and would
the news I
excuse for doing so was a
made Colonel Culbertson
to his being ordered out on
am Colonel Curran, of the
certainly mean added.
and danger in the event
I
thar alone, but I couldn’t
but thet thar pan ought
all right. Dew ye think
me up, Cap? I’m purty
Longstreet to hit our rear,
crowded ball-
greater retire-
Even the wide
partially pre-
as I
whar ye are thet I stuck my fut
down an openin’. Reckon’t was ’noth-
er fireplace, like thet one on ther
first flure.”
I lowered myself silently, and
along the stones until I located
opening, and roughly measured
dimensions.
“I shall have to risk crawling
here, Jed,” 1 said finally, “for I shall
surely stick fast if I go up another
ten feet. Do you suppose you can
squeeze through to the top?*’
“I reckon I kin,” he returned calm-
ly. “But hadn’t we better stick ter-
gether, Cap?”
“No,” I answered firmly. “You go
on, and one of us must get through
to Lee. Don’t mind me at all; get
down from the roof as best you can.
If I am caught it will be all the more
important that you should succeed.”
“’T is done—‘I thank thee, Roderick,
for the word; it nerves my heart, it
steels my sword.’ ”
Even as he spoke I could hear him
I creeping steadily upward. It soon be-
came evident tuat his progress was
growing slower, more difficult. Then
all sounds above me ceased, and I
knew he must have'attained the roof
in safety.
ting Just beneath the landing, whis-
pered eagerly into th® attentive ear
of a pronounced blonde who shared
the broad carpeted step with him.
I drew back noiselessly, to figure
out the situation and determine what
was best for me to attempt. It would
be sheer madness to venture upon a
passage to the front door, clad as I
was in travel-worn gray uniform; to
rush through that jam was impossible.
If 1 w’ere to wait until the dance was
concluded the later hours of the night
might indeed yieid me somewhat
clearer passage, yet it was hardly
probable that the house, used as I
knew it to be for a military prison,
would be left unguarded. Besides,
such delay must absolutely prevent
my getting beyond the Federal picket
lines before daybreak,
hence render valueless
sought to bear to Lee.
I moved to the only
glanced out; it opened upon the back
of the house and presented a sheer
drop to the ground. At the slight
noise of the moving sash a sentry
standing at the corner glanced up
suspiciously. Evidently each side of
the great building was abundantly pro-
tected by patrols.
Something had to be attempted, and
at once. The room I was in bore un-
questionable evidence of recent occu-
pancy, and at any moment might be
re-entered. My searching eyes fell
upon the articles of clothing carelessly
folded over the chair-back. I picked
ur the garments one by one and took
them out; they composed the new uni-
form of a colonel of artillery, and
That he meant every word he spoke
I felt convinced, and his enthusiasm
was contagious. My bloo' leaped
within me at this call to action; all
lethargy fled, and with it every dead-
ening thought of her who had so sud-
denly woven about me the meshes of
her power. False or true, maid, wife,
or widow, my duty as a soldier to my
commander and the army to which I
belonged, blotted out all else,
as this new rush
swept over me,
sounded clearly the
a military band in
Strauss’s waltz, and we could dis-
tinguish the muffled shuffling of many
feet on the oaken floo. overhead.
Caton’s chance remark about the great
ball to be given that evening by offi-
cers of the headquarters staff recur-
red to my memory.
“That dancing up there will help us,
Jed,” I said quickly, my mind now
active to grasp every detail. “You
say there is a chance for escape from
your cell? Then give me your hand,
and help me to crawl through that
hole."
It was..a narrow squeeze for a man
of my size, yet I crept through with-
out great difficulty, 1 found myself
in the dense darkness of a room
which, as I judged hastily from feel-
ing about me, was similar in shape
and extent to the one L. which I had
been confined. Bungay, however, per-
mitted me little time for exploration.
Grasping me firmly by the arm, and
feeling his way along the wall, be
groped across to the other side.
“There’s a mighty big stone chimbly
comes down yere, Cap,” he whispered.
“An’ ther. openin’ ter take out soot an’
ashes is up thar, jist b’low ther
finer. It’s a sheet-iron pan, I reckon,
ther way it feels; an’ it must be thar
they put a nigger in Ur clean ther
chimbly whin it gits stuffed up.
could git up
~c no work,
ter cum out
ye cud hoi’
durn heavy.”
I smiled in the darkness at the lit-
tle fellow’s egotism, and lifting him as
I might a ’child, poised him lightly
upon my shoulder. He struggled a
moment to steady himself against the
wall, and then I could feel him tug-
ging eagerly at something which ap-
peared to yield slowly to his efforts
As he worked, a dense shower of dust
and soot caused me to close my eyes.
“She’s a cornin’ all right,” he said,
cheerfully, puffing with his exertions,
“but I reckon as bow this chimbly
ain’t bin cleaned out since ther war
begun. Hold up yer right han’, Cap,
an’ git a blame good grip on her, fer
she’s almighty full, an’ll wanter go
down sorter easy like.”
I did as he suggested, bracing my-
«elf to meet his movements, as he
stood straining on my shoulders, and
tn another moment I had succeeded
in lowering the large sheet-iron pan
silently to the floor.
“Room ’nough yere fer two men ter
oncet,” chuckled my companion, in
rare delight. “ ‘The ciref in silence
strode before.’ Yere goes.”
His weight left my shoulders; there
was a slight scramble, another shower
of dirt, then the sound of his voice
once more.
"Lift up yer han’s Cap; dig in yer
toes on ther stones, an’ we’ll begin
our vi’ge.”
He grasped my wrists with a
strength which I had no conception
the little fellow possessed. There was
a moment’s breathless struggle, and
I squirmed through th 2 opening, and
lay panting on the flat slabs which
composed the foot of the great -funnel.
To afford me more room Bungay had
gone up a little, finding foot-lodgment
upon the uneven SvOncs of which the
chimne^ was constructed. For a mo-
ment we rested thus motionless, both
breathing heavily and listening to the
music and shuffling of feet now almost
upon a levst with our heads.
The noise, which was .strong and
continuous, rendered discovery from
opens tn a Confederate tent
stage of the Civil War. Gen-
------ ---.-o---to Cap! Wayne an important
message to Longstreet. Accompanied by
Sergt. Craig, an old army scout. Wayne
starts on his mission. The two, after a
wild ride, get within the lines of the
enemy. In the darkness. Wayne is taken
for a Fedesal officer who came to keep an
appointment, and a young lady on horse-
oack is given in his charge. She is a
northern girl and attempts to escape but
fails. One of the horses succumbs and
Craig goes through with the dispatches,
while Wayne and My Lady -of the North
are left alone. They seek shelter in a
hut and entering it in the dark a huge
mastiff attacks Wayne. The girl shoots
the brute just in time. The owner of the
hut, one Jed Bungay, and his wife appear
and soon a narty of horsemen approach.
They are led by a man claiming to be
Red Lowrie, but Mrs. Bungay discovers
him to be a disguised impostor, who
proves to be Maj. Brennan, a Federal
officer whom the Union girl recognizes.
He orders the arrest of Wayne as a spy.
While a prisoner Wayne sees files of Con-
federate pass and knows that Craig has
delivered the message. He is brought be-
fore Sheridan, who refuses to set him
free unless he reveals the secret mes-
sage. Wayne believes Edith Brennan to
be the wife of Maj. Brennan. He is given
(the choice of revealing the Lee message
or of being shot as a spy. He is rescued
by Jed Bungay.
have supposed the very de til himself
was coming down.
It took me nearly a quarter of an
hour to get myself tolerably clean,
and I could not have done that had
I not used some grease that was upon
the stand. At the end, however, I
stepped back from the glass confident
that with good luck I should run the
gantlet safely.
Just as I prepared to step forth a
new thought occurred to me—who was
I? If questioned, as was highly prob-
able, how could 1 account for my pres-
ence? Who should I pretend to be?
I turned over the mass of papers lying
before me on the table. They were
mostly accounts and detailed orders
about which I cared nothing, but
finallj' my search was rewarded by
the discovery of a recent army list.
I ran my eyes hastily down the artil-
lery assignments—Barry, Sommers,
Fitzmorris, Sloan, Reilly. Ah, there
at last was exactly what I wanted—
“Patrick L. Curran, Colonel Sixth
Ohio Light Artillery, McRobert’s Di-
vision, Thomas’s Corps, assigned spe-
cial service, staff Major-General Hal-
leck, Washington, D. C.”
“Curran. Sixth Ohio”—good; and the
other? I glanced again at the open
order. “Culbertson, Fourteenth Penn
sylvania.” I would remember those
names, and with a jaunty confidence
in my success, born of thorough
preparation, 1 stepped to the open
door and strode forth into the bril-
liantly lighted hall. Barring the single
accident of encountering a possible
acquaintance in the throng below, I
felt fully capable of deceiving
Satanic Majesty himself.
Jed uniform. With this oeremoni-
costume fie wins many flattering
were resplendent with bright red fac-
ings and a
With all my
of disguise,
uniform of
pugnant to every instinct of my being,
and would
degradation
of capture.
Yet I saw
Brennan, Caton, the three who would
certainly recognize me on sight, I was
assured were absent, although they
might return at any moment. The
greater reason for haste, the less ex-
cuse for delay. But if I should chance
to run foul of the rightful owner of
the garments amid that crush below,
and he should recognize them, what
then? I stood close beside the writ-
ing-table as I revolved these consid-
erations rapidly in mind, and my eye
chanced to fall upon an open paper.
It was an official order, bearing date
a'; 5 p. m. that same day, command-
ing Colonel Culbertson to move his
battery at once down the Kendallville
pike, and report to Brigadier-General
Knowls for assignment to his brigade.
Evidently the new dress uniform had
been carefully brushed and laid out
to be worn at the ball that evening;
the sudden receipt of this order had
caused the owner to depart hastily in
his service dress, vigorously express-
ing his feelings, no doubt, while his
servant, now enjoying liberty below
stairs, had neglected to pack up his
master’s things.
This knowledge
which decided me;
Hastily 1 drew on
red over my old gray, adding the dress
sword I had discovered in a closet,
and then, wondering curiously what
sort of figure I might cut in all these
fine habiliments, sought a glance at
myself within a mirror hanging upon
the bedroom wall. Faith! but it was
God’s mercy that 1 did!
Such a face as grinned at me .from
tLat glass, peering over the high-cut,
decorated collar, would surely have
created a genuine sensation in those
rooms below. Serious as my situation
was, I laughed at the thought of it
until tears ran down my cheeks, leav-
ing white streaks the full length of |
them; for no chimney-sweep in the
full tide of his glorious career was
ever worse sooted and begrimed. I
thought of the elegantly dressed
lieutenant and the blonde young lady
upon tne Biairs—surely they would
Even
of determination
above us there
dashing music of
the strains of a
CHAPTER XIIL—Continued.
The German foreign office has taken
a stand, according to officials of the
Pan-German league, against that
league’s active participation in the
pending relief action for Germans suf-
fering from the recent floods at Efu-
ni enau in the state of Santa Catharina,
Brazil. The authorities at the foreign
office were of the opinion that the
league’s participation was undesirable
in view of the probability that it would
be used as a pretext for reviving the
myth of Pan-German designs on Brazil
and the anti-Monroe doctrine. The
representatives of the league have
therefore withdrawn from the relief
committee and the league is organiz-
ing an independent subscription in aid
of the sufferers.
The reason for the conferment upon
J. Pierpont Morgan of the high order
of first class of the Red Eagle by the
kaiser last summer, has become
known. The kaiser and the imperial
government desired to have some pow-
erful financial element outside of Ger-
many from which they could borrow
quickly in the event of a crisis occur-
ring. The emperor’s financial advisers
suggested Morgan as one, who, with
the powerful interests he controls,
Would be extremely useful. The kaiser
therefore invited Morgan to Kiel and
there decorated him with the order.
It now is learned that during the re-
cent Moroccan crisis American bank-
ers financed Germany to the extent of
many millions. The inoney was ad-
vanced both to the Prussian govern-
ment and the German banks, the gov-
ernment transactions alone involving
the sum of $20,000,000.
Here is some interesting court gos-
sip. The kaiser’s visit to Schloss
Moschen, where Mr. and Mrs. Charle-
magne Tower were guests is regarded
as a sign that he has forgotten or for-
given the unpleasant Hill-Tower affair.
The unusual compliment that the kais-
erin conferred upon Mrs. Tower by in-
viting her to a private luncheon at
the Potsdam plaace, to which Mrs.
Tower wenUw a special train, is con-
sidered. aiTconfirmair^t9f ( the belief.
frcp\ Schloss Moschen the Laser mus-
tered to Castle Zyrova, where his host-
ess was the Countess Franken-Sier-
storpff, who was MFs Mary Knowlton
of Broolyn. Count Franklin-Sier-
storpff, was a friend of the kaiser in
his student days at the Bonn univer-
sity. The countess, shortly after her
marriage, displeased the kaiser by win-
ning $150 from the kaiser’s brother-in-
law, the young Duke Ernst Gunther of
Schleswig-Halstein. This was 18 years
ago.
That Germany is "flirting with the
United States” and that the kaiser
probably will visit Washington soon
is the assertion of a French news-
paper. “Ambassador Leishman has be-
come a great friend of the emperor’s,”
asserts the paper, “and is frequently
admitted to the ruler’s private apart-
ment, a favor which is considered a
special mark of the sovereign’s Inter-
est in him. Leishman has conquered
the kaiser by his attentions and fore-
sight. Contrary to the example of his
predecessor, Mr. Hill, who attended of-
ficial court receptions attired in a sim-
ple dress suit, Mr. Leishman, in ac-
cordance with the kaiser’s desires,
dons each time he is invited to an
imperial entertainment a superb gold-
braided uniform
compliments.
Jan. 12, will be the greatest day in
Germany history since the war of 1870.
The ultimate results of the national
election to be held on that day will
exert such an influence on transat-
lantic commerce and industry, and
likewise upon international relations,
that students of politics ought to fol-
low it with close attention. It has been
called “the be or not to be election”
inasmuch as upon its issue depends
the continued existence of all the
political and economical institutions
which in the eyes of the outside world
are modern Germany. The present
reichstag, the twelfth since the union
of Germany, expires in February, five
years after its election in 1907. It will
be dissolved a few weeks before. The
new reichstag will be elected, like all
others, on equal, free, universal and
secret suffrage. Every male over 25
has a right to vote. All votes are of
equal value. In theory at least there
is complete freedom of choice of can-
didates. The elector delivers at the
polling booth, which is presided over
by honorary officials, his ticket, which
must be on white paper. The ticket
is delivered sealed or in an envelope,
and is thereupon deposited in a voting
urn. To be successful a candidate
must poll more than half the total
votes cast. This does not always hap-
pen as there are usually three or more
candidates. Failing such an absolute
majority, a “stichwahl” or second elec-
tion, is held a fortnight later between
the two candidates with most votes.
The other excluded candidates usually
transfer their votes to the party near-
est to them.
London.—A very disquieting feature
of the insurance business at Lloyds
last week was the considerable num-
ber of inquiries for rates to cover the
risk of an outbreak of war between
England and Germany. This was af-
terwards explained by the statement
that several business houses in Lon-
don had received letters from Germany
stating that it was ‘considered the in-
ternational situation had not improved
since the delivery of Sir Edward
Grey’s speech, and asking what the
effect would be on current insurance
contracts should war break out.
necessity for planninj
luck which pries
life, and it was
must rely now.
dered since how
squeezing my body through that nar-
row opening into the empty fireplace
without at least knocking over some-
thing during the difficult passage. But
1 did manage, working my way down
slqwly, creeping inch by inch like a
snake, carefully testing each object I
touched in the darkness for fear of its
proving loose, until I finally lay
stretched at full length upon what
was evidently, from its feeling, a
carpet of unusually fine texture.
The room proved to be an inner one
and unlighted, a bedchamber, as I
scon determined, for my outstretched
hands encountered the posts of a bed.
Then a slight gust of air partially
swep’s aside a hanging curtain, which
rustled like silk, and I caught a brief
glimpse of the adjacent parlor. It was
likewise unillumined, but the door
leading into the front hall stood ajar,
and through that opening there
poured a stream of radiance, together
with the incessant hum of many voices
in animated conversation, the deep
blare of the band, with the ceaseless
movement of dancing feet.
Satisfying myself by sense of touch
that the bed was unoccupied, for I
was far too experienced a soldier to
leave an enemy in my rear, 1 crept
cautiously forward to the intercepting
curtain, and drawing it aside took
careful( survey of the outer apartment.
It was a large and handsomely fur-
nished room, a polished mahogany
Writing-table littered with papers oc-
cupying a prominent position against
the farther wall. A swivel chair
stood beside it, and across its back
hung what appeared to be a suit of
clothing. I saw no other signs of hu-
man occupancy.
Convinced that the apartment was
deserted, and discovering no different
means of egress, I crossed the ruum vfl
tiptoe, and peered cautiously out into
the hall. It was not a pleasing pros-
pect/to one in my predicament The
lower portion, judging from the in-
cessant hum of voices, was filled with
people, who were either unable to
find place within the
roonj, or else preferred
ment for conversation
stairway had been
empted, a young lieutenant,
At the Staff Officers’ Ball.
The young officer glanced up tastily
at sound of approaching footsteps, and
rose to his feet to permit of my pas-
sage. Ha wore the full dress uni-
form of an artilleryman, and his evi-
dent surprise at my presence made
me realize the necessity of addressing
him.
“Lieutenant,” 1 asked courteously,
resting one hand easily upon the
balustrade, “could you inform me if
General Sheridan and those members
of the staff who accompanied him
tjown the lines this afternoon have
yet returned?”
“They have not, sir.”
“Ah, I was in hopes they might
have arrived by this time.”
I bowed to them both, and passed
slowly down the wide stairway, sev-
eral couples rising as I drew near
to permit of my passage. The lower
hall was very comfortably filled with
figures moving her^ and there in con-
verse, or occupying seats pressed
close against the walls. The greater
portion were attired in uniforms of
the various branches of service, yet
I observed not a few civilian suits,
and a considerable number of women,
some wearing the neat dress of the
army nurse, others much more elabo-
rately atdred—daughters of the neigh-
borhood, probably, with a sprinkling
of wives and sisters of the soldiery.
Guards, leaning upon their muskets,
stood in statuesque poses on either
side of the main enhance, while the
wide archway, draped with flags, open-
ing into the ballroom, . revealed an
inspiring glimpse of swiftly revolving
figures in gay uniforms and flashing
skirts. Over all floated the low,
swinging music of the band.
A fat, good-natured-looking man of
forty, an infantry major, but wearing
staff decorations, and evidently of-
ficiating in the capacity of floor-man-
ager, after whispering a word in the
ear of another of the sai j kind beside
the ballroom door, hastily pushed his
way through the laughing throng di-
rectly toward me.
“Good-evening, Colonel,” he said,
bowing deeply. “Your face is not
familiar to me, but you will permit me
to introduce myself—Major Monsoon,
of General Sheridan’s staff.”
I accepted the fat, shapeless hand
he extended, and pressed it warmly.
- “I ‘was just meditating a retreat,
Mhjor, when you appeared,” I replied
frankly. “For I fear my face is equal-
ly unknown to all others present. In-
deed, I feel like a cat in a strange
garret, and hesitated to appear at all.
My only
promise
previous
duty. I
Sixth Ohio, but at present serving on
the staff of General Halleck at Wash-
ington.”
The Major’s round, red face glowed
with welcome.
“Extremely pleased to meet you, in-
deed,” he exclaimed eagerly,
you may be sure of a cordial greet-
Irg. Will you kindly step this way?”
As we slowly elbowed our way for-
ward, all desire to escape from the
ordeal fled, and I assumed the risks
of the masquerade with the reckless
audacity of my years. Before we
reached the ballroom my conductor,
his fat countenance fairly beaming
with cordiality, had stopped at least
twenty times to present me to various
military titles, and I had accepted in-
numerable invitations without in the
least knowing who gave them, or
where they were to bc fulfilled. Final-
ly, however, we broke through the
massed ring, and succeeded in reach-
ing the tall individual in spectacles
to whom the Major had spoken previ-
ous to seeking me. and I learned
through the introduction which fol-
lowed that I was in the presence
Brigadier-General Carlton, chief
staff.
profusion of gold braid,
soul I loathed the thought
and especially the hated
the enemy. It was re-
delay was dangerous neither of us was
disposed to linger long.
“Be ye all ready, Cap?” questioned
Bungay, bending his heaJ down. “Fer
if ye be, I’m a goin’ up.”
“All right,” I answered,, struggling
to my knees in the narrow space;
“only take it slow, Jed.
bigger man than you,
rather close quarters.”
“Wai, yes, maybe a
poun’ er two,” he retorted, and the next
moment I could hear him scraping
his way upward, feeling for foothold
upon the irregular layers of stone. I
followed, pressing my knees firmly
against the rough wall, and trusting
more to my hands than feet for se-
curity against falling. There was
evidently a fireplace of some kind on
the first floor, with a considerable
opening leading from it into the chim-
ney we were scaling, for as Jed slow-
ly passed, I could perceive a sudden
gleam of light streaming across his
face from the glare of the lamps with-
in. He glanced anxiously that way,
but did not pause in his steady climb
upward.
A moment later I came opposite
that same beam of radiance, and
cautiously peered down the sloped
opening that led to the disused fire-
place. All I could perceive was a
pair of legs, evidently those of a cav-
alry officer, judging from the broad
yellow stripe down the seam of the
light-blue trousers, and the high boots
ornamented with rowel spurs. He
stood leaning carelessly against the
mantel, talking with some one just
beyond the range of my vision.
At that moment the music ceased
suddenly, and afraid to proceed until
it should strike u) again, I braced
myself securely on a projecting stone
and bent my head over the orifice un-
til I could catch a portion of the con-
versation being carried on by my un-
conscious neighbors.
“No,” said the cavalryman, gruffly,
and apparently in rjply to some previ-
ous question, “the fellow was most
devilish obstinate; wouldn’t tell the
first thing; even a threat of treat-
ing him as a spy and hanging him
outright proved of no avail. But
Sheridan’s theory is that Lee has or-
dered
while he makes a direct attack in
front.
poses to get in his work first, and
we march at daylight to. form con-
nection with Hancock.
Horrible!
What’s the difference between
Irishman frozen to deaih and » High
sander on a mountain peak? One is
Kilt with the cold, the otner cold with
the kilt.— Exchange.
* THE IOVE STORY OF
A GRAY JACKET
Tn'JfajMzaiJtoutzsff tL \
<AU“HOR Oli' X J ,
A Brief Resume of the Most 8m- 1
portant Happenings in the
German Empire. |
By Jov<
Chesley, but that woman in black over
there with Follans’ -e is the handsom-
est picture I’ve seen south of the line.
Mark how her eyes sparkle, and how
prettily the light gleams in her hair.
Who is she. do you chance to know?”
“Yes,” lisped the other, languidly,
“met her at breakfast, headquarters,
this morning. Deucec' pretty and all
that, mighty good style, too, but taken,
old man. She’s Brennan’s.”
“What! not Major Brennan?” in sur-
prise. “’Why, he’s always posed as a
bachelor among our fellows.”
“Don’t know anything vout that,
dear boy,” indifferently, “but the lady
came in with him yesterday, was in-
troduced to the crowd of us as Mrs.
Brennan, and he called her Edith.
Deuced nice name, Edith. As Bren-
nan has shown such poor taste as to
be absent to-night, I am inclined to give
I a little of my time to his lady. Far
i and away the prettiest thing here.
Well, so long, Somers; see you in the
morning. I’m going to give the fair
Edith a whirl.”
The cavalry legs shifted the r posi-
tion; the ban-1 resumed its functions,
and in the renewed activity and noise
I began again the toilsome climb, my
mind now a bewildered chaos between
my plain duty to Lee and my nearly
uncontrollable desire to meet once
l ore the woman who was dancing in
the room below.
The little mountaineer, as active as
a cat, and not especially hampered by
lack of room in which to work, was
well above me by this time. The
chimney, acting as a tube, brought
down to me from time to time the
slight noise of his climbing, varied
by an occasional exclamation or com-
ment, but I could perceive no other
evidence of his presence. Above, all
was as black as the grave.
“Holy smoke!” he ejaculated, prob-
ably unaware that he was giving utter-
ance to his thoughts. “That was a
sharp rock! Durn if thar’s a, inch c’
skin left on my knee. Ough! stop
thet! who’s got hold o’ my fut?”
“Hush' your racket, you little fool,”
I said angrily. “Do you want the
whole Yankee army to trap us here
like rats? 1 cannot get up this chim-
n . any further; it is growing too
small to permit my body to pass.”
“Is thet so. Cap?” he asked anxious-
ly. “Whut be ye goin’ ter dew ’bout
it?”
I made no answer for a moment; I
was groping about in the darkness of
our narrow quarters to see i I could
determine exactly where we were.
“How high is this house, Jed, do you
know?”
“Three stories an’ attic.”
“How far up are wo?”
“ ’Bout halfway ’long ther
third
b’low I judged from nis shoulder-straps, sit-
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