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22066	Johnston, Mary	The Long Roll			.txt	text/plain	268399	24307	90	Cleave came, a little later, to his own house, old and not large, "It's Mr. Wood on his old grey horse--like a nice, quiet knight out of the crest of pine and oak, came now a handful of men, grey shadows, above us a noisy shell, the voice of the general coming dry and far like doesn't look much, Major Cleave, like the day we marched away! don't think General Jackson likes me, sir. small force with which to hold a long line--General Magruder, like the Yes, sir; I air a-going to kill him yet." "Shoo!" said the man Jackson himself came on Little Sorrel, looked at the wall and the line dog-tired!') General Jackson says, '_Men, we're going to rid the Valley Stafford and his men left the hill, entered a body of woods running "I left my horse and got across myself, sir, and saw General Jackson--"	./cache/22066.txt	./txt/22066.txt