"Well, we will hope that they are false," said Atwater, but with a look that betrayed how thoroughly he was convinced of their truth. "If I go through safely, then we can laugh at them afterwards. But much may happen in these coming twenty-four hours. Now, I am sitting here with you, talking by these fires that light up the woods so. To-morrow night, this which you call me,"--the soldier smilingly designated his body,--"may be stretched upon this same earth, and you may talk in vain--it cannot answer you." "We don't know,--that's true," Frank agreed. "But I hope for the best." "And that may be the best--for me. God knows. And for her, too,--though I dread the stroke for her! This is what I want you to do for me, Frank. If I fall,--_if_ I fall, you know,--you will write to her. Send back to her my last words, with the book she gave me, and her letters. You will find them all in this pocket, here. Will you?" Frank could not refrain from tears, as he made the promise. "That is all," said Atwater, cheerfully. "Now, my mind is easier. Now, whatever comes, I am ready. Stay with me, if you like, and we will talk of something else. Or shall we read a little together?" "I'd like to read a little," said Frank. And he opened the book to these words:-- "'Fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul.... Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall to the ground without your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not, therefore; ye are of more value than many sparrows.'" "How came you to read there?" said Atwater with a smile. "I don't know," said Frank. "But it seems meant for you--don't it?" "Yes, and it somehow makes me happy. Go on." And Frank read,-- "'Think not I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword.'" "That is for both of us, for all of us, for all our people to-day," said Atwater. "I believe it is the struggle of Satan against Christ that has brought on this war. To attempt to build up a nation on human slavery--that is Satan. And I believe, wicked as we are at the north too, that the principle of freedom we are fighting for is the opposite of Satan. And whoever brings that into the world, brings a war that will never cease until the right triumphs, and the wrong ceases forever." Frank was astonished. He had never suspected that in this stiff, reserved soldier there dwelt the spirit which, when their tongues are loosed, makes men eloquent. Atwater had roused up, and spoken with earnestness. But his glow passed, and he said quietly,-- "Go on." "'A man's foes shall be they of his own household.'" There Frank stopped again, this time of his own accord. The words struck him with peculiar force. "That is true too," said Abram; "of the nation, for a nation is a household; and of many, many families." Frank studied the words a moment, and, after a struggle with his feelings, said in a hushed voice,--