Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/36

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IN LINCOLN'S PEN

ND about this time those mysterious doings began which, I suppose, always happen on the border between two nations at war. I can't tell, now, just what they were at first, but it made you creepy—and look suddenly behind you. Strange people came to the house, now and then, and asked strange questions. Queer teams passed along, with queer loads—often covered over with other things. Something got into the air which kept us nervous. I would come across a neighbor who had been peaceful and friendly the day before, to find him fighty and an enemy, ready to slam me in the face, and more ready to call me all sorts of hard names, and blaming me for the whole war.

In church, which was called "The Ark of Peace," it got so bad that the seats on the 20