Hear the Wind Blow
“"Stay," I whispered, "and don't make a sound." Light shone from the parlor window. I crept close and peered inside. Uncle Cornelius and Major Dennison were deep in the whiskey and talking loud enough to be heard outside.
"Look here, Corny, you've got no defense left in the Valley," Major Dennison was saying. "Jubal Early's troops are all dead, captured, or running for their lives. Mosby's holed up somewhere, but he can't do much harm anymore. And Sheridan's about to head for Petersburg. Once he arrives, he'll end the siege and the Confederacy will collapse." "Oh, now," rumbled my uncle, "it's not over yet. No, sir. Petersburg's secure. You Federals have been trying to defeat our men since last summer, and where's it gotten you?" The major laughed again. "You Southern boys just won't quit till you're all dead." He broke off to take a swallow of whiskey.
"Ah, what's the sense of talking about it?" Uncle Cornelius sounded weary. "Seems there's many a dead man on both sides. Maybe it woul...d be better to see it end." He rose from the chair with some effort and yawned.MoreLess
"Look here, Corny, you've got no defense left in the Valley," Major Dennison was saying. "Jubal Early's troops are all dead, captured, or running for their lives. Mosby's holed up somewhere, but he can't do much harm anymore. And Sheridan's about to head for Petersburg. Once he arrives, he'll end the siege and the Confederacy will collapse." "Oh, now," rumbled my uncle, "it's not over yet. No, sir. Petersburg's secure. You Federals have been trying to defeat our men since last summer, and where's it gotten you?" The major laughed again. "You Southern boys just won't quit till you're all dead." He broke off to take a swallow of whiskey.
"Ah, what's the sense of talking about it?" Uncle Cornelius sounded weary. "Seems there's many a dead man on both sides. Maybe it woul...d be better to see it end." He rose from the chair with some effort and yawned.MoreLess
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