People talked differently, the trees were different, the streets and the way the wagons were hitched were different. Jeremy was seeing the world, and that was something. People from the Northwoods had always been going out into the world, heading west to get rich. Usually they came back as poor as they went, but richer by the things they’d seen—the plains with endless herds of buffalo like living rivers, Indians on horseback watching them from the prairie hilltops, the great snowcapped Rockies, the goldfields of California and the unsteady streets of San Francisco. Jeremy longed to see the world, and now he was seeing it. But to his great disappointment, Shelbyville was a Unionist town. Tennessee had been the last state to secede from the Union, and the people in Shelbyville hadn’t wanted to secede at all. It seemed like everyone there loved the Union and loved its soldiers. There wasn’t an enemy in sight all winter long. The U.S. soldiers spent much of the winter being invited to dinner parties by Tennessee loyalists, and having them to dinner in their camp in return.
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