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I re early in

Septelee expressed in

his eyes and manner, and announced his news thus; "They have had a battle at Springfield, and Lyon is killed"

"Who is Lyon?" I could not help asking, though it was

incautious

"You should not ask," he said ently as he sat down by

s Even the cause of

liberty cannot sweeten them to you"

"Who is Lyon, De Saussure?" my father repeated

"A Connecticut fellow" The tone of these words, in its utter

disdain, was inexpressible

"Connecticut?" said land? That cannot be"

"No, sir, no, sir," said Ransofield in

Missouri You find a Yankee wherever you go in this world"

"Wilson's Creek is the place of the battle," Mr De Saussure

went on "Near Springfield, in Missouri It was an

overwheled to beat off"

"Who on our side?" asked ed? Was it much of an affair?"

"We had twenty thousand or so Of course, the others had

more"

"It doesn't take but one or two Southerners to whip a score of

those cowards," said Ransoland, Mr

Randolph?" my mother asked "You said, 'That cannot be' Why

should it not be?"

"There are a few thousand men in the way," said my father;

"and I think they are not all cowards"

"They will never stand before our rifles," said De Saussure

"Our boys will rass," said Ransom "And in