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Altsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander), 1862-1919

"A Story of the Western Crisis"

Dick
suspected that they could ill spare it, but he must eat and he feared to
offer pay. It embarrassed him, too, that she should wait upon him, but,
in their situation, it was absolutely necessary that she do so, even were
there a servant somewhere, which he doubted. But she left the tray,
and when she returned for it an hour later she had only a few words to
say.
Dick stood at the round hole that served as a window. There were
bushes about it, and, at that point, the cliff seemed to be almost
perpendicular. He was safe from observation and he looked over a vast
expanse of country. The morning was dazzlingly clear, and he saw
sections of the Confederate earthworks with their men and guns, and far
beyond them other earthworks and other guns, which he knew were those of
his own people.
While he stood there alone, free from the tension that had lasted while
Slade was present, he realized the great volume of fire that the Northern
cannon were pouring without ceasing upon Vicksburg. The deep rumble was
continually in his ears, and at times his imagination made the earth
shake.


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