THE NORTH CAROLINIAN
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.,ier the battle, and there was no dry eye in
,ha corps when Sally St. Clair was laid in her
crave near the river Santee, In green shady
look that look as if it had been stolen out Of


Paradise. The love Of such a maiden Is as
.acred as the angels. the greatest prize that a
nan could ever win, and what, in these days,


.ve fear is seldom known.