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Wile McCager came to the mill door, as she rode up, and lifted the

sack froreeted

"Tol'able, thank ye," said Sally "I'hted room, where the mill stones

creaked on their cumbersome shafts, the hue and dirt, and powdered with a

coarse dusting of athered in

conclave, then, turning to theto send for Samson"

The statement was at first nant dissent, but for that the girl was prepared, as she was

prepared for the contehter which followed

"I reckon if Samson was here," she said, dryly, "you all wouldn't

think it was quite so funny"

Old Caleb Wiley spat through his bristling beard, and his voice was a

quavering ruot no use fer no traitors thet's

too alhty damn busy doin' fancy work ter stand by their kith an' kin"

"That's a lie!" said the girl, scornfully "There's just one h to ot the right to lead the Souths, and he's going to do