One en all on us knows who's a pullin' at de bits
Like de lead-mule dat g'ides by de rein,
En yit, somehow or nudder, de bestest un us gits
Mighty sick er de tuggin' at de chain.
Hump yo'se'f ter de load en fergit de distress,
En dem w'at stan's by ter scoff,
For de harder de pullin', de longer de res',
En de bigger de feed in de troff.
A STORY OF THE WAR
WHEN Miss Theodosia Huntingdon, of Burlington, Vermont, concluded
to come South in 1870, she was moved by three considerations. In
the first place, her brother, John Huntingdon, had become a
citizen of Georgia--having astonished his acquaintances by
marrying a young lady, the male members of whose family had
achieved considerable distinction in the Confederate army; in the
second place, she was anxious to explore a region which she
almost unconsciously pictured to herself as remote and semi-
barbarous; and, in the third place, her friends had persuaded her
that to some extent she was an invalid. It was in vain that she
argued with herself as to the propriety of undertaking the
journey alone and unprotected, and she finally put an end to
inward and outward doubts by informing herself and her friends,
including John Huntingdon, her brother, who was practicing law in
Atlanta, that she had decided to visit the South.
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