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daughter had met a violent death. Here he had pre- 

 sented to young Balie the Louisiana sword, and had bid 

 him farewell and gazed after him with tear bedimmed 

 eyes as he rode away to join the Confederate army, never 

 to return. Thoughts of these events were ever in his 

 mind, but they only tightened the cords that bound him 

 to Station Camp. It was, indeed, good fortune that he, 

 the last leaf upon a tree, should fall on soil consecrated 

 by cherished recollections of the past. In midsummer, 

 when the harvest was ripe, he was cut down, and his 

 friends and neighbors who loved him because he was a 

 good man, came and put him away under the sod over 

 which he had played when a barefoot boy. 



J. D. A. 



MADISON, Davidson County, Tennessee. 

 February 6, igi6. 



