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of bridge joining them together in the air above the wa­ter, and then there was a bright glare and I felt my in- sides suck and a clap of wind hit me on the back of the head. I didn't hear anything at all. I just sat there in the wagon with a funny buzzing in my ears and a funny taste in my mouth, and watched little toy men and horses and pieces of plank floating along in the air above the water. But I didn't hear anything at all; I couldn't even hear Cousin Drusilla. She was right beside the wagon now, leaning toward us, her mouth urgent and wide and no sound coming out of it at all.

'What?' I said.

'Stay hi the wagon!'

'I can't hear you!' I said. That's what I said, that's what I was thinking; I didn't realise even then that the wagon was moving again. But then I did; it was like the whole long bank of the river had turned and risen under us and was rushing us down toward the water, we sit­ting in the wagon and rushing down toward the water on another river of faces that couldn't see or hear either. Cousin Drusilla had the nigh horse by the bridle again, and I dragged at them, too, and Granny was standing up in the wagon and beating at the faces with Mrs. Compson's parasol, and then the whole rotten bridle 'came off in Cousin Drusilla's hand.

'Get away!' I said. 'The wagon will float!'

'Yes,' she said, 'it will float. Just stay in it. Watch Aunt Rosa and Ringo.'

'Yes,' I said. Then she was gone. We passed her; turned, and holding Bobolink like a rock again and lean­ing down talking to him and patting his cheek, she was gone. Then maybe the bank did cave. I don't know. I didn't even know we were in the river. It was just like the earth had fallen out from under the wagon and the faces and all, and we all rushed down slow, with the faces looking up and their eyes blind and their mouths open and their arms held up. High up in the air across the river I saw a cliff and a big fire on it running fast sideways; and then all of a sudden the wagon was mov­ing fast sideways, and then a dead horse came shining up from out of the yelling faces and went down slow again, exactly like a fish feeding, with, hanging over his

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rump by one stirrup, a man in a black uniform, and then I realised that the uniform was blue, only it was wet. They were screaming then, and now I could feel the wagon bed tilt and slide as they caught at it. Granny was kneeling beside me now, hitting at the screaming faces with Mrs. Compson's parasol. Behind us they were still marching down the bank and into the river, singing.

a yankee patrol helped Ringo and me cut the drowned horses out of the harness and drag the wagon ashore. We sprinkled water on Granny until she came to, and they rigged harness with ropes and hitched up two of their horses. There was a road on top of the bluff, and then we could see the fires along the bank. They were still singing on the other side of the river, but it was quieter now. But there were patrols still riding up and down the cliff on this side, and squads of Infantry down at the water where the fires were. Then we began to pass between rows of tents, with Granny lying against me, and I could see her face then; it was white and still, and her eyes were shut. She looked old and tired; I hadn't realised-how old and little she was. Then we began to pass big fires, with niggers hi wet clothes crouching around them and soldiers going among them passing out food; then we came to a broad street, and stopped be­fore a tent with a sentry at the door and a light inside. The soldiers looked at Granny.

'We better take her to the hospital,' one of them said. Granny opened her eyes; she tried to sit up. 'No,' she said. 'Just take me to Colonel Dick. I will be all right then.'

They carried her into the tent and put her hi a chair. She hadn't moved; she was sitting there with her eyes closed and a strand of wet hair sticking to her face when Colonel Dick came in. I had never seen him before —only heard his voice while Ringo and I were squat­ting under Granny's skirt and holding our breath—but I knew him at once, with his bright beard and his hard

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bright eyes, stooping over Granny and saying, 'Damn this war. Damn it. Damn it.'

'They took the silver and the darkies and the mules,' Granny said. 'I have come to get them.'

'Have them you shall,' he said, 'if they are anywhere in this corps. I'll see the general myself.' He was looking at Ringo and me now. 'Ha!' he said. 'I believe we have met before also.' Then he was gone again.

It was hot in the tent, and quiet, with three bugs swirling around the lantern, and outside the sound of the army like wind far away. Ringo was already asleep, sit­ting on the ground with his head on his knees, and I wasn't much better, because all of a sudden Colonel Dick was back and there was an orderly writing at the table, and Granny sitting again with her eyes closed in her white face.

'Maybe you can describe them,' Colonel Dick said tome.

'I will do it,' Granny said. She didn't open her eyes. 'The chest of silver tied with hemp rope. The rope was new. Two darkies, Loosh and Philadelphy. The mules, Old Hundred and Tinney.'

Colonel Dick turned and watched the orderly writing. 'Have you got that?' he said.

The orderly looked at what he had written. 'I guess

'the general will be glad to give them twice the silver

and mules just for, taking that many niggers,' he said.

'Now I'll go see the general,' Colonel Dick said.

Then we were moving again. I don't know how long

it had been, because they had to wake me and Ringo

both; we were in the wagon again, with two Army horses

pulling it on down the long broad street, and there was

another officer with us and Colonel Dick was gone. We

came to a pile of chests and boxes that looked higher

than a mountain. There was a rope pen behind it full of