POLLY
(taking up the hoe)
Here.
LINK
Willoughby Run: whar's that?
POLLY
(pointing with the hoe toward the left of the woodpile)
That's farthest over
next the barn door.
LINK
My, how we fit the Johnnies
thar, the fust mornin'! Jest behind them willers,
acrost the Run, that's whar we captur'd Archer.
My, my!
POLLY
Over there—that's Seminary Ridge.
(She points to different heights and depressions, as LINK
nods his approval.)
Peach Orchard, Devil's Den, Round Top, the Wheatfield—
LINK
Lord, Lord, the Wheatfield!