She pulled him to the shelter of a wagon, where there had been drawn four others of the wounded.

I saw tears falling from her eyes--saw the same pity on her face which I had noted once before when a wounded creature lay in her hands.

I had been proud of Mandy McGovern.

I was proud of Ellen Meriwether now.

They were two generations of our women, the women of America, whom may God ever have in his keeping.
I say I had turned my head; but almost as I did so I felt a sudden jar as though some one had taken a board and struck me over the head with all his might.