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A STORY OF THE WAR. 209axe. De grinestone wuz in sight er de gate enter de big 'ouse, en dar I tuck my stan'." Bimeby one day, yer come de Yankees. Twoun um come fus, en den de whole face er de yeathswawm'd. wid um. De fus glimpse I kotch un um,I tuck my axe en march inter Ole Miss settin'-room.She done had de sidebode move in dar, en I wish Imay drap ef 'twuzn't fa'rly blazin' wid silver silvercups en silver sassers, silver plates en silver dishes,silver mugs en silver pitchers. Look like ter me deywuz fixin' fer a weddin'. Dar sot Ole Miss des ezprim en ez proud ez ef she own de whole county.Dis kinder hope me up, kaze I done seed Ole Misslook dat away once befo' w'en de overseer struck mein de face wid a w'ip. I sot down by de fier wid myaxe 'tween my knees. Dar we sot w'iles de Yankeesransack de place.Miss Sally, dar, she got sorter restless,but Ole Miss didn't skasely bat 'er eyes. Bimeby,we hear steps on de peazzer, en yer come a coupleer young fellers wid strops on der shoulders, en dersodes a draggin' on de flo',en der spurrers a rattlin'.I won't say I wuz skeer'd," said Uncle Remus, asthough endeavoring to recall something he failed toremember, " I won't say I wuz skeer'd, kaze I wuzent;but I wuz took'n wid a mighty funny feelin'in de naberhood er de gizzard. Dey wuz mightyperlite, dem young chaps wuz; but Ole Miss, shenever tu'n 'er head, en Miss Sally, she look straight