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room, and as he did so I saw him beckon to his wife through the crack of the door. I then turned to the old man and said, "I can't believe that the album of the old traitor Davis is away out here from the southeast. "Oh yes, he replied, I was present on the ship-board at Fortress Monroe when my son took the album and many other things out of Mrs. Davis' trunk."
The son and his wife returned to the room, he with his two hands behind his back under his coat-tail. "You'll give $40 for the album, will you? he said. 
"Yes I will, if it is the same one that I once saw in Washington city when I happened to be there.
He handed the album to me, and I remarked: "This album has been considerably abused."
"Yes, he said, the neighbors coming to mill have handled it a good deal." I deliberately turned the leaves all over, and when I got through I said:
"I find and that the likeness of General Lee, Stonewall Jackson, the little children are not here."
"No, he said, we have given away and sold some of them."
I handed the album to the awkward constable boy, who sat by my side, saying, "Now serve your writ, read it to them." He did so, when the big old fellow, looking furiously at me, said:
"I thought your were some old secesh." "Yes, I am," I replied. The woman in like furious tone said: "You are no gentleman, sir. I replied: "Madam, if your album had been stolen out of your trunks, with the likenessses of your little children in it, wouldn't you like to get it back? "Let us go, constable, I said."

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room, and as he did so I saw him beckon to his wife through the crack of the door. I then turned to the old man and said, "I can't believe that the album of the old traitor Davis is away out here from the southeast. "Oh yes, he replied, I was present on the ship-board at Fortress Monroe when my son took the album and many other things out of Mrs. Davis' trunk." The son and his wife returned to the room, he with his two hands behind his back under his coat-tail. "You'll give $40 for the album, will you? he said. "Yes I will, if it is the same one that I once saw in Washington city when I happened to be there. He handed the album to me, and I remarked: "This album has been considerably abused." "Yes, he said, the neighbors coming to mill have handled it a good deal." I deliberately turned the leaves all over, and when I got through I said: "I find and that the likeness of General Lee, Stonewall Jackson, the little children are not here." "No, he said, we have given away and sold some of them." I handed the album to the awkward constable boy, who sat by my side, saying, "Now serve your writ, read it to them." He did so, when the big old fellow, looking furiously at me, said: "I thought your were some old secesh." "Yes, I am," I replied. The woman in like furious tone said: "You are no gentleman, sir. I replied: "Madam, if your album had been stolen out of your trunks, with the likenessses of your little children in it, wouldn't you like to get it back? "Let us go, constable, I said."