"I ain't as strong on faces as some people, though I reckon I'm right
strong on 'em, too, but I'm pow'ful strong on recollectin' hear'in',
that is, the voice and the trick of it. It was fo' yea's ago when you
stopped at my house. You had a curious trick of pronouncin' r's when
they wasn't no r's. You'd say door, an' hour, when ev'body knowed it was
doah, an' houah, but I don't hold it ag'in you fo' not knowin' how to
pronounce them wo'ds. Yoh name is Ahthuh Winchestuh."
"As right as right can be," said Colonel Winchester, reaching over and
giving him a hearty hand. "I'm a colonel in the Union army now, and
these are my officers and men. What was it you wanted to tell us?"
"Not to ride on fuhthah. It ain't mo' than fifteen miles to Frankfort.
The place is plum full of the Johnnies. I seed 'em thah myself. Ki'by
Smith, an' a sma't gen'ral he is, too, is thah, an' so's Bragg, who I
don't know much 'bout. They's as thick as black be'ies in a patch,
an' they's all gettin ready fo' a gran' ma'ch an' display to-mo'ow when
they sweah in the new Southe'n gove'nuh, Mistah Hawes.
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