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“That power can sweep armies away for us.”
The Valley Was Still
By MANLY WADE WELLMAN
A Federal army division lay in windrows in that weird valley,
not dead nor yet asleep—an eery tale of the
American Civil War
Wind touched the pines on the ridge, and stirred the thicket forest on the hills opposite; but the grassy valley between, with its red and white houses at the bottom, was as still as a painted backdrop in a theater. Not even a grasshopper sang in it.
Two cavalrymen sat their mounts at the
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