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young quails were coming on, we were awakened 

 one morning by firing, musketry-firing, close 

 at hand. My first thought was, that war was 

 declared ; but, as I should never pay much at 

 tention to war declared at that time in the morn 

 ing, I went to sleep again. But the occurrence 

 was repeated, and not only early in the morn 

 ing, but at night. There was calling of dogs, 

 breaking down of brush, and firing of guns. It 

 is hardly pleasant to have guns fired in the di 

 rection of the house, at your own quails. The 

 hunters could be sometimes seen, but never caught. 

 Their best time was about sunrise ; but, before one 

 could dress and get to the front, they would retire. 

 One morning, about four o clock, I heard the 

 battle renewed. I sprang up, but not in arms, 

 and went to a window. Polly (like another 

 &quot; blessed damozel &quot;) flew to another window, 



&quot; The blessed damozel leaned out 

 From the gold bar of heaven,&quot; 

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