CHAPTER III
FRANKLIN
But General Jeremiah Travis could not keep out of the war; for toward the last, when Hood's army marched into Tennessee the Confederacy called for everything—even old age.
And so there rode out of the gates of The Gaffs a white-haired old man, who sat his superb horse well. He was followed by a negro on a mule.
They were General Jeremiah Travis and his body-servant, Bisco.
“I have come to fight for my state,” said General Travis to the Confederate General.
“An' I am gwine to take keer of old marster suh,” said Bisco as he stuck to his saddle girth.