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He seemed always to be laughing; and he entered into the sports

of the children with the same hearty good fellowship he displayed

toward those pastimes in which the men and women of his own age

indulged; or he would sit for an hour at a time entertaining my old

grandmother with stories of his strange, wild life in all parts of

the world. We all loved him, and our slaves fairly worshipped the

ground he trod.

He was a splendid specimen of manhood, standing a good two inches

over six feet, broad of shoulder and narrow of hip, with the

carriage of the trained fighting man. His features were regular

and clear cut, his hair black and closely cropped, while his eyes

were of a steel gray, reflecting a strong and loyal character,

filled with fire and initiative. His manners were perfect, and

his courtliness was that of a typical southern gentleman of the

highest type.

His horsemanship, especially after hounds, was a marvel and delight

even in that country of magnificent horsemen. I have often heard

my father caution him against his wild recklessness, but he would

only laugh, and say that the tumble that killed him would be from

the back of a horse yet unfoaled.

When the war broke out he left us, nor did I see him again for some

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