THE GROVE OF DESTINY When I had got up in the morning and rounded up my cows I started a fire and began whistling.

I was not in the habit of whistling much; but I wanted her to wake up and dress so I could get the makings of the breakfast out of the wagon.

After I had the fire going and had whistled all the tunes I knew--_Lorena, The Gipsy's Warning, I'd Offer Thee This Hand of Mine,_ and _Joe Bowers_, I tapped on the side of the wagon, and said "Virginia!" She gave a scream, and almost at once I heard her voice calling in terror from the back of the wagon; and on running around to the place I found that she had stuck her head out of the opening of the wagon cover and was calling for help and protection.
"Don't be afraid," said I."There's nobody here but me." "Somebody called me 'Virginia,'" she cried, her face pale and her whole form trembling.

"Nobody but that man in all this country would call me that." She hardly ever called Gowdy by any other name but "that man," so far as I have heard.

Something had taken place which struck her with a sort of dumbness; and I really believe she could not then have spoken the name Gowdy if she had tried.