Publisher's Synopsis
One day in January, 1915, I saw Jim McConnell in front of the Court House at Carthage, North Carolina. -Well,- he said, -I'm all fixed up and am leaving on Wednesday.- -Where for?- I asked. -I've got a job to drive an ambulance in France,- was his answer. And then he went on to tell me, first, that as he saw it the greatest event in history was going on right at hand and that he would be missing the opportunity of a lifetime if he did not see it. -These Sand Hills,- he said -will be here forever, but the war won't; and so I'm going.-
