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confronting him. Behind him followed his 

 daughter, dressed in white, and with her long 

 light hair falling over her shoulders. The sight 

 of the hated "Yanks" crazed her with rage, 

 and before her father could reply to the ques- 

 tion with which he had been accosted, she 

 called to him wildly, "Don't speak to the vil- 

 lains ! Shoot ! shoot them down, shoot them 

 down ! " wringing her hands, and screaming with 

 rage. The excitement was too much for his 

 judgment, and he fired wildly on the troops. 

 He was riddled through and through with bul- 

 lets; and as Moore turned away, he left that 

 fine house blazing in the black night, and light- 

 ing up the figure of the crazy girl as she wan- 

 dered, desolate and beautiful, to and fro before 

 her burning home, unheeded by the negroes 

 who ran with their hastily made bundles to join 

 the band of their deliverers. Moore's descrip- 

 tion of this scene in the simple language that 

 it was his unpretending way to use, gave the 

 most vivid picture we had seen of the unmiti- 

 gated horror and badness of war. 



