you would have rued the day. Their capacity for evil is only
equalled by their opportunities. If your cousin had not flamed after
them like an avenging sword you might have cried loudly enough for
the one of whom, in your fit of unseemly petulance, you can speak so
slightingly. I advise you to go to your room and thank Heaven for
your escape."

"Uncle, are the people of the North savages?"

"Its soldiers are worse than savages. Have you not heard me express
my opinion of them over and over again? Go to your room, and when
you appear again, I trust it will be with the meekness and
submission becoming in a young woman."

When the girl left Aun' Jinkey's cabin the young soldier looked
after her with an expression of deep interest. "Who is she?" he
asked.

"Dat's Miss Lou," said the old negress, forcing into his mouth
another spoonful of her fiery decoction.

"Oh, that's enough, aunty, unless you wish to burn me out like a
hollow log," and he struggled to his feet to ease his tendency to
strangle. "Miss Lou? How should I know who she is?"

"Ob co'se," said Aun' Jinkey, dryly, "I ain' namin' her pedigree."

"You a Linkum man, ain' you?" Chunk asked, quickly.

"Yes, and Lincoln is a good friend of yours."