CHICKAMAUGA. 65 



" More 'n two dozen have been here from 

 'way up in Chicago." 



The mention of visitors led the younger 

 woman to produce a box of relics, and I 

 paid her a dime for three minie-balls. " I 

 always get a nickel," she said, when I in- 

 quired the price ; but when I selected two, 

 and handed her a ten-cent piece, she insisted 

 upon my taking another. Wholesale cus- 

 tomers deserved handsome treatment. She 

 had picked up such things herself before 

 now, but her husband found most of them 

 while grubbing in the woods. 



The cabin was a one-room affair, of a sort 

 common in that country (" cracker-boxes," 

 one might call them, if punning were not so 

 frowned upon), with a big fireplace, two 

 opposite doors, two beds in diagonally oppo- 

 site corners, and, I think, no window. Here 

 was domestic life in something like its pris- 

 tine simplicity, a philosopher might have 

 said : the house still subordinate to the man, 

 and the housekeeper not yet a slave to fur- 

 niture and bric-a-brac. But even a philoso- 

 pher would perhaps have tolerated a second 

 room and a light of glass. As for myself, 

 I remembered that I used to read of " poor 

 white trash " in anti-slavery novels. 



