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"Oh, God," pleaded the girl, brokenly, "I reckon ye knows thet them

Hollmans is atter Samson, an' I reckons ye knows he hain't cos, thet hit'll kill h I hain't nobody but jest Sally Miller, an'

ye air Alhty God, I wants ye ter hear my prayin', an' pertect hi at the fence, saw a strange

cavalcade round the bend of the road Several travel-stainedtny and is in leash In

their nuo

They halted at a distance, and in their faces the artist read dising at their

cords, young Samson South--who should, by their prejudiced convictions,

be hiding out in sohold--sat at the top step of the

stile, sarded them with a lack-luster absence

of interest Such a calm reception was uncanny The trailers felt sure

that in aexcite to receive thenificance Possibly, it

was an invitation to walk into ambuscade No doubt, unseen rifles

covered their approach, and the shooting of Purvy was only the

inaugural step to a bloody and open outbreak of the war After a