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UNION OR CONFEDERATE? "There's a camp of Johnnies in Harg's woods."

"Davy," says I, "you need the eye-doctor."

"Why?" says Dave.

"They're Unions."

"Rebels."

"Unions."

And so we went on denying, till Dave dragged me around to see.

Well, it looked like he was right.

"It's funny," says I, "but you fellows look exactly like the Unions that was down at my house, there, the other day. I remember your faces."

"All soldiers look alike," laughs one.

"Not on your life," says I. "I could swear that you—. What you doing here, anyhow? It's dangerous. Unions are about most all the time."

"Yes, it's dangerous," nods the soldier, "but we're looking out." And he makes monkey shines with his hands and fingers to Dave and me. "And you're assisting us to look out, eh?" 125