The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 1 Page 48

a military convoy was passing, raising a prodigious cloud of dust. I could see, and faintly hear, sheep and cattle; there was a far crack of whips, a shouting of drovers and teamsters, and, through the dust, we caught the sparkle of a bayonet here and there.

Somewhere, doubtless, some half starved brigade of ours was gnawing its nails and awaiting this same convoy; and I silently prayed God to lead it safely to its destination.

“Pretty women everywhere!” whispered Boyd in my ear. “Our friend the Major seems to have a houseful. The devil take me if I leave this town tomorrow!”

As we rode into the yard and dismounted, and our rifleman took the bridles, across the crowded roadway we could see a noble house with its front doors wide