They've got out
scouts, too, colonel, an' if you go on you'll run right squah into 'em
an' be took, which I allow you don't want to happen, nohow."
"No, Malachi, I don't, nor do any of us, but we're going on and we don't
mean to be taken. Most of the men know this country well. Two of them,
in fact, were born in Frankfort."
"Then mebbe you kin look out fo' yo'selves, bein' as you are Kentuckians.
I'm mighty strong fo' the Union myself, but a lot of them officers that
came down from the no'th 'pear to tu'n into pow'ful fools when they git
away from home, knowin' nothin' 'bout the country, an' not willin' to
lea'n. Always walkin' into traps. I guess they've nevah missed a single
trap the rebels have planted. Sometimes I've been so mad 'bout it that
I've felt like quittin' bein' a Yank an' tu'nin' to a Johnny. But
somehow I've nevah been able to make up my mind to go ag'in my
principles. Is Gen'ral Grant leadin' you?"
"No, General Buell."
"I'm so'y of that. Gen'ral Buell, f'om all I heah, is a good fightah,
but slow. Liable to git thar, an' hit like all ta'nation, when it's a
little mite too late.
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