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"
Yesterday
Ching
Ling
Soo
died
.
Yesterday
the
Civil
War
ended
right
here
in
this
town
forever
.
Yesterday
Mr
.
Lincoln
died
right
here
and
so
did
General
Lee
and
General
Grantl
and
a
hundred
thousand
others
facing
north
and
south
.
And
yesterday
afternoon
,
at
Colonel
Freeleigh
’
s
house
,
a
herd
of
buffalo
-
bison
as
big
as
all
Green
Town
,
Illinois
,
went
off
the
cliff
into
nothing
at
all
.
Yesterday
a
whole
lot
of
dust
settled
for
good
.
And
I
didn
’
t
even
appreciate
it
at
the
time
.
It
’
s
awful
,
Tom
,
it
’
s
awful
!
What
we
going
to
do
without
all
those
soldiers
and
Generals
Lee
and
Grant
and
Honest
Abe
;
what
we
going
to
do
without
Ching
Ling
Soo
?
It
never
dreamed
so
many
people
could
die
so
fast
,
Tom
.
But
they
did
.
They
sure
did
!
"
Tom
sat
astride
the
cannon
,
looking
down
at
his
brother
as
his
voice
trailed
away
.
"
You
got
your
tablet
with
you
?
"
Douglas
shook
his
head
.
"
Better
get
home
and
put
all
that
down
before
you
forget
it
.
It
ain
’
t
every
day
you
got
half
the
population
of
the
world
keeling
over
on
you
.
"
Douglas
sat
up
and
then
stood
up
.
He
walked
across
the
courthouse
lawn
slowly
,
chewing
his
lower
lip
.
"
Boom
,
"
said
Tom
quietly
.
"
Boom
.
Boom
!
"
Then
he
raised
his
voice
:
"
Doug
!
I
killed
you
three
times
,
crossing
the
grass
!
Doug
,
you
hear
me
?
Hey
,
Doug
!
Okay
.
All
right
for
you
.
"
He
lay
down
on
the
cannon
and
sighted
along
the
crusted
barrel
.
He
squinted
one
eye
.
"
Boom
!
"
he
whispered
at
that
dwindling
figure
.
"
Boom
!
"
