"
"Stop," said Pennington. "You give me the shivers, talking about
Stonewall Jackson swooping down on us with an army corps, when happily
he's four or five hundred miles away. I'm seeing enough unfriendly
faces as it is. Look how the people in this village are glaring at us.
Fellows, I've decided after due consideration that they don't love us
here in Tennessee. If you were to ask me I'd say that blue was not their
favorite color."
"At any rate we don't stay long. Good-bye, friends, good-bye," said
Warner, waving his hand toward two or three men who stood in the door
of an old blacksmith shop.
"You laugh, young feller," said a gnarled and knotted old man past eighty,
"an' mebbe it's as well for you to laugh while you have the time to do
it in. Mebbe you'll never come back from Stone River, an' if you do,
an' if you win everywhere, remember that we, too, will yet win
everywhere."
"What do you mean by that?"
"All the Yankees, whether they win or not, will have to go back north,
except them that are dead, an' we'll be here right on top of the lan',
livin' on it, an' runnin' it, same as we've always done.
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