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Show 78 PERSONAL ADVENTURES I{eeping Dean's waggons always in view, and moving at the rate of about twelve miles a day, I arrived in a few days at Livermore's Farm, where I encamped under a large tree, a little in advance of the Yankee. Nothing could be more miserable than the night I spent here, wood being as scarce as before, and the weather bitterly cold. I started early next morning, and, on arriving at the correl, I saw two men of rather singular appearance, one of them wearing a "sou' -wester," or sailor's hat, and the other a pair of enormous jack-boots, the leather of which reached far above his knees ; inside the fence was a ragged Indian boy, milking a cow, and from him the two persons in question were endeavouring to purchase some milk. One of the group hailed me as I came up, and notwithstanding the strange man· ner in which they were disguised, I discovered two of my old comrades of the volunteers. " Well, Stevens_on," said I ; " I certainly had some difficulty in recognising you under this disguise. Surely, you are not going home already.'' |