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A STORY OF THE WAR. 211" Seem like I ain't never see no raw day like dat,needer befo' ner sence. Dey wa'n't no rain,but dewet des sifted down ; mighty raw day. De leaves onde groun' 'uz so wet dey don't make no fuss, en I gotin de woods, en w'enever I year de Yankees gwine by,I des stop inmy tracks en let um pass. I wuz stan'in'dat awayin de aidge er de woods lookin' out 'cross aclearin', rfeupiffout come a little bunch er bluesmoke fum de top er wunner dem big lonesome-lookin'pines, en den -pow !" Sez I ter myse'f, sez I :'Honey, youer right onmy route, en I'll des see w'at kinder bird you gotroostin' in you,' en w'iles I wuz a lookin' out bus' desmoke piff ! en den bang! Wid dat I des draptback inter de woods, en sorted skeerted 'roun' so's tergitde tree 'twix' me en de road. Ien wadder you speck I see ?slid up putty close,Des ez sho's youer settin'dar lissenin' dey wuz a live Yankee up dar in dat tree,en he wuz a loadin' en a shootin' at de boys dez ez cooles a cowcumber in de jew, en he had his hoss hitch outin de bushes, kaze I year de creetur tromplin' 'roun'.He had a spy-glass up dar, en w'iles I wuz a watchin'un 'im, he raise 'erup en look thoo 'er, en den he lay'er down en fix his gunfer ter shoot. Ihad good eyesin dem days, ef I ain't got um now, en 'way up de bigroad I see Mars Jeems a comin'. Hit wuz too fur ferter see his face, but I know'd 'im by de filly w'at Iraise fer 'im, en she wuz a prancin' like a school-gal.