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[Dercole Schirm]

Be endowed with sight. "Are we anywhere near Squire Peyton's?" he
demanded. "'Bout four miles off, or five miles by the road along
the creek," said this Southern "Uncle Sam." "Do you know if he's living
at his place now?" "He was there three days ago,
whan I driv over ta sell him some shotes," returned "Uncle Sam." "Reckon
he must be there still." "Humph!"
thought Watson; "this fellow hasn't heard anything about the Peyton
_fracas_. I'll lose my sight once again." He

clutched George's hand in a helpless fashion, and poured forth a tale of
woe. He was blind

and poor, he said; he and his nephew (meaning George) were in need of
food and shelter. "I'll sing for you," said George. "Tarnation
pumpkins," cried Uncle Sam; "I hate squalin'. But
come in. I never shut my door on anybody." He opened the door the whole
way. The two Northerners and the dog walked

into the dazzling light made by a great wood-fire--and confronted five
Confederate soldiers and an officer who were
toasting their
feet at the hearth! They all glanced at the newcomers, who dearly
regretted, when too late,
that they had entered. The officer stared first at Watson and then at
George
with the air of a man who is searching for s
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