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A STORY OF THE WAR. 207hope 'er up might'ly. I kin see 'er des like it 'uzyistiddy." 'Remus,' sez she, ' dish yer's w'at de papers say'bout my baby,'en den she'd read out twel she couldn'tread fer cryin'. Hit went on disway year in en yearout, en dem wuz lonesome times, sho's you bawn, MissDoshy lonesome times, sho. Hit got hotter en hotterin de war, en lonesomer en mo' lonesomer at home, enbimeby 'long come de conscrip' man, en he des everlas'nlyscoop up Mars Jeems's overseer. "Wen discome 'bou*, ole Miss, she sont atter me en say, sezshe:" *Eemus, I ain't got nobody fer ter look arter deplace but you,' sez she, en den I up'n say, sez I :" 'Mistiss, you kin des 'pen' on de ole nigger.'" I wuz ole den, Miss Doshylet 'lone w'at I isnow en ; you better b'leeve I bossed dem han's. I haddem niggers up en in de fiel'long 'fo' day, en de waydey did wuk wuz a caution. Ef dey didn't earnt dervittles dat season den I ain't name Remus. But deywuz tuk keer un. Dey had plenty er cloze en plentyer grub,' en dey wuz de fattes' niggers in de settlement." Bimeby one day, Ole Miss, she call me up en sayde Yankees done gone en tuck Atlanty dish yer ve'ytown ;den present'y I year dey wuz a marchin' ondown todes Putmon, en, lo en beholes! one day, defus news I know'd, Mars Jeems he rid up wid a wholegang er men. He des stop long nuff fer ter change