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for the death of a man who was at once the terror and the admiration of the corps.
Nothing was too desperate for him to dare, we heard; and one of his comrades remarked: ‘In liquor, old Belzebub himself couldn't head John Miller.’
But the gallant man who rid the world of such a wretch, lives still, for aught I know, in prosperous security, and John Miller's ghost was never laid.
It lingers yet in the cold shadows of that ruined house on Haw river.
C. D. M.
