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her, she rushed scampering stiil higher up the tree, Evelyn
could see that there were some men scattered out in the
fields on either side f>f her, some of them stooping1, and some
lying down, and as she ran on toward the tree she heard a
" B a n g ! bang;!” on each side, and she saw little puffy of

white smoke, and something; went “ Zoo-ee-ee ” up in the a i r ;
but she did not think about herself, she was so frightened for
Kittykin.
Kitty, kitty! Come down, K itty k in !’1 she called, run*

ningf up to the tree and holding up her arms to her. K itty­
kin might, perhaps, have liked to come down now, but she
could no longer do so ; she was too high up. She looked
down, first over one shoulder, and then over the other, but it
was too high to jump. She could not turn around, and her
head began to swim. She grew so dizzy, she was afraid she

might fall, so she dug her little sharp claws into the bark,
and began to cry.
Evelyn would have run back to tell her mamma (who,
having sent the baby down-stairs to mammy, was still busy

up-stairs trying to hide some things, and so did not know she
was out in the yard); but she was so afraid Kittykin might
be killed that she could not let her get out of her sight.
Indeed, she was so absorbed in Kittykin that she forgot
all about everything else. She even forgot all about the

soldiers, I3ut though she did not notice the soldiers, it
seemed that some of them had observed her, Ju st as the
leader of the Confederate picket line was about to give an