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Rain came pelting down for 2 whole days on a wild west wing, but early the third morning the sky began to clear. Iharnessed the bay mare to the carryall and started off for Purdy’s mill to buy cornmeal and tell Mr. Purdy that we couldn’t pay for it tell harvest time. Mud was fetlock-deep and the stream ran from bank to bank, so I didn’t get there for almost half an hour.

Someone was shooting far away  from Purdy’s mill. You would hear a whanging sound, then the bullets going overhead close. I never saw any of them, but they sounded big and mean. Father said the bullets were made in England. How he could tell they were made in England, I didn’t ask. I never asked questions concerning something he was sure about. Besides, I was too scared to do much talking.