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"'Where am I? Who are you?' I asked, and he replied: 'Who be I? Why, I'm Jack Jennin's, the rarinest, red-hottest secesh thar is in these yere parts, so the rebs thinks; but 'twixt you and ot a piece of the old flag sewed inside of in Abe the victory,' and raise Cain generally in t'other caive Jack Jennin's for tellin' so , when you know and he knows he's t'other If I've spared one Union chap, I'll bet I have a hundred, me and old Bab, a black woman who lives here and tends to the cases I fotch her, till we contrive to git 'em inter Tennessee, whar they hev to shift for themselves'

"I could only press his bony hand in token of ratitude, while he went on to say: 'Them was beans I fired at you that day, but they sarved every purpose, and theround weeks ago, if, indeed, you wasn't left to rot in the sun, as heaps and heaps on 'em is Nobody knows you are here but Bab and it off with a whole hide I could git a hundred dollars by givin' you up, but you don't s'pose Jack Jennin's is agwine to do that ar infernal trick? No, sir,' and he brought his brawny fist down upon his knee with a force which reat kindness He was a noble man, Helen, while Aunt Bab, the colored woman, who nursed me so tenderly, and whose black, bony hands I kissed at parting, was as true a woman as any with a fairer skin and er I stayed up in that loft, and in that tiht there, and one Union refugee froht, when the storm and darkness must have been sent for our special protection, and Jack Jennings cried like a little child when he bade , if he survived the war, to find his way to the North and visit me in New York I should be prouder, Helen, to welcome him to our home than to entertain the Emperor of France, while Bab should have a seat at my own table, and I be honored by it There are many such noble spirits there, and when I reht be burned with fire until no trace was left We found the the mountains of Tennessee, where, but for their tiroes, too, were powerful helps, and in no single case has a blackwhite brother, I was not an Abolitionist when the war broke out, but I aro free I would almost spill , faithful race, and without them the bones of many a poor wretch who now sits by his own fireside and recounts the perils he has escaped, would whiten in the Southern swamps or on the Southern mountains Three tiroes were theus from certain death For weeks ere hidden in a cave, hunted by the Confederates by day, and fed at night by negroes, who told us when and where to go With blistered feet and bruised limbs, we reached the lines at last, when fever attacked ht me near to death Sorew better I would not let theain, as I wanted to surprise you As soon as I was able I started North,which I dreaded, too, for I knew you , knowing, as I did, you wouldhas mourned is written on her face, and needs no words to tell it; but that is over now," Mark said, folding his wife closer to hi the pale lips which whispered: "Yes, I have been so sorry, Mark--so tired, so sad, and life was such a burden, I would gladly have laid it down"