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CHAPTER I.

THE TOCSIN OF WAR.

A score of millions hear the cry And herald it abroad, To arms they fly to do or die For liberty and God.

E. P. DYER.

And yet they keep gathering and marching away! Has the nation turned soldier—and all in a day? There’s the father and son! While the miller takes gun With the dust of the wheat still whitening his hair; Pray where are t...