Publisher's Synopsis
" II The train slackened speed and stopped. There was his horse-Raincrow-and his buggy waiting for him when he stepped from the platform; and, as he went forward with his fishing tackle, a livery-stable boy sprang out of the buggy and went to the horse's head. "Bob lef' yo' hoss in town las' night, Mistuh Crittenden," he said. "Miss Rachel said yestiddy she jes knowed you was comin' home this mornin'." Crittenden smiled-it was one of his mother's premonitions; she seemed always to know when he was coming home. "Come get these things," he said, and went on with his paper. "Yessuh!" Things had gone swiftly while he was in the hills. Old ex-Confederates were answering the call from the Capitol. One of his father's old comrades-little Jerry Carter-was to be made a major-general. Among the regulars mobilizing at Chickamauga was the regiment to which Rivers, a [...]."
