"Any what?"
"Secesh."
"Why, gracious, what's them?"
"Are you and your folks for the Union?"
"Why, sartain; thar's the old man neow."
Just at this moment there came a gaunt-eyed, slim-livered, carnivorous, yellow-skinned, mountain Virginian—no doubt belonging to one of the first families, as his name was Rhett.
"Look-a-hear," continued the old woman; "this ere soger wants to know if you be for Union?"
The old man looked, if any thing, more astonished than the old woman at the soldier. In the course of conversation we asked the man, "What he thought of the war?"
"What war?" exclaimed the old fellow; "the Revolution?"
"Yes. The rebellion, we call it."