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General Beauregard Courtney sat in his staff car atop a slight rise and watched the slow, meshing movement of his troops on the plains south of Tullahoma, Tennessee. Clouds of dust drifted westward in the lazy summer air, and the dull boom of enemy artillery sounded from the north.
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The river was the stream of Death, and the lone voyager floating out on its rushing tide was a loved and loving young wife.
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Whar\'s Hiram, Het?\' Deacon Zephaniah Winthrop asked of his wife, tartly. \'Pears to me that boy\'s allus off somewhar, whenever he\'s wanted to do anything. Can\'t git along without him, any way, when we\'ve got to weed the spring peppermint. Whar\'s he off, I say, Mehitabel?\'
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