Forget-me-nots of the civil war; a romance, containing reminiscences and original letters of two Confederate soldiers (1909) (14576256027)

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Title: Forget-me-nots of the civil war; a romance, containing reminiscences and original letters of two Confederate soldiers
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Battle, Laura Elizabeth Lee
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Publisher: St. Louis, Mo., Press A. R. Fleming printing co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation



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town or village, suppose you let thehorses step along some. Then they lapsed into silence for a few moments,but the young man, evidently of a happy turn, beganto whistle, Wont You Love Me, Mollie Darling,which tune he continued to whistle until the song-birdsof the forest had long since quit their warbling tolisten to this strange music that filled the air. Finallyhe stopped and said, Henderson, tomorrow is Sun-day and we must stop at the first village we reach. Idont want to spend Sunday with the farmers. Dats right. Mars Jess, dey shore aint no funhangin around dese piney woods, and I sutlinly hopeyoull get to a town. Yes, Henderson, you wantto get where you can get something to drink. Yas,sar, I dont mind if I do, seeins how hits Sunday anddere aint no place for me to tend church. Then the young man began to whistle Molly Dar-ling again, and only the rattle of the vehicle andthe barking of a dog now and then broke the stillness. The horses were a pair of beauties, deep blood bays,
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the: conquering he:ro comes. 249 with a white star on forehead, the only touch of color.The limbs were small with black markings, the longflowing mane and tail giving grace to their move-ments. Their heads were small,—keen pointed earsstanding straight forward, with mild eyes, thoughspirited looking. They were well rounded and sleekas satin, and it was hard to tell which was the faster.Such a perfect match had not been easy to find, andthe young man seemed to know it and look upon themwith eyes that bespoke how proud he was ofthem. The young man himself was wellworth looking at. He was a fair haired youth, withclear healthy complexion, a nose rather aquiline, deepset blue eyes, a brow that was broad and full. Themouth was well shaped, the corners of which turnedup, giving his face a mirthful and happy expression.He was smooth shaven, and showed a chin that waswell shaped, though not prominent; while it could notbe called weak, it lacked fullness to show a more hand-some face. His fo