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Show Page 69 his eye and his lips parted in a roguish grin. For my part, I could not see any joy in being a soldier if it meant strutting about 'neath the hot Virginia sun swathed in a coat of metal and feeling like a bake kettle hung above the flames. Nor if it meant being laughed at. ******************** May 26, 1620 I can see Margaret and Walter tamping their pipes, so I deem there is plenty of time ere I must douse the light of the pine knot by which I write. This night when I retire I shall not sleep on the floor by the fireplace, for Walter has kindly made me a bed. The mattress is stuffed with corn shucks so I shall rustle each time I move. Mayhap I shall be too filled with thoughts to fall asleep though, what with wondering how it fares with Anne and Cisly. How I long to have a quiet visit with my friend. ******************** We had just finished cleaning up after an evening meal of raccoon, a meat that to my mind tasted much like lamb. The |