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"What was your first impression of Houston, John?"
"That he was a born leader of men. He had the true imperial look. He
was dressed in buckskin and an Indian blanket, and was leaning upon
his rifle, talking to some of his men. 'General,' I said, 'I am a
volunteer. I bring you a true heart and a steady rifle.'
"'You are welcome, sir,' he answered. 'We are sworn to win our rights,
or to die free men. Now, what do you say?'
"'That I am with you with all my soul.' Then I told him that there
were two regiments on the way, and that the women of Nashville were
raising a company of young men, and that another company would start
from Natchez within a week. 'Why, this is great news,' he said; and
he looked me steadily in the face till both our eyes shone and our
hands met--I know not how--but I loved and trusted him."
"I understand, John. When soldiers are few they draw close together.
Forlorn hopes have their glad hours, and when men press hands beneath
the fire of batteries they touch souls also. It is war that gives us
our brother-in-arms. The spiritual warfare knows this also, John.
"'O, these are moments, rare fair moments!
Sing and shout, and use them well.'"
"The little band were without commissary and without transport; they
were half-clad and half-armed, and in the neighborhood of a powerful
enemy.
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