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So this was Bellevue, one of the great cotton plantations of Mississippi.
He now vaguely remembered that he had once heard his uncle, Colonel
Kenton, speak of having stopped a week here. But he could not recall the
name of the owner. Strong for the Union as he was Dick was glad that the
family had gone before the Northern cavalry came.
The house was on a splendid scale inside also, but all the rugs and
curtains were gone. As they entered the great parlor Dick saw a large
piece of paper, and he flushed as he read written upon it in tall letters:
TO THE YANKEE RAIDERS:
YOU NEED NOT LOOK FOR THE SILVER.
IT HAS BEEN TAKEN TO VICKSBURG.

"Look at that!" he said indignantly to Warner. "See how they taunt us!"
But Warner laughed.
"Maybe some of our men at New Orleans have laid us open to such a stab,"
he said. Then he added whimsically:
"We'll go to Vicksburg with Grant, Dick, and get that silver yet."
"The writing's fresh," said Sergeant Whitley, who also looked at the
notification. "The paper hasn't begun to twist and curl yet.


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