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		<title>By: The Widow Peters</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I could hear the sounds of the battle even from the Kansas Mercantile which I will endeaver to keep open as long as I possibly can, as it is my only means of support since my dear husband passed away.  The sounds;  The spirited and joyfully uplifting music of the Brass Band as they led our boys in blue into the midst of the fray, then the spattered sounds of gunshots, the great booms of the artillery, the drums beating on and on, encouraging the men to meet the enemy and also quite possibly their end, and then the roar of the rebels, that &quot;rebel yell&quot;.  I fear I shall never forget that sound or be able to cleanse it from my head.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I could hear the sounds of the battle even from the Kansas Mercantile which I will endeaver to keep open as long as I possibly can, as it is my only means of support since my dear husband passed away.  The sounds;  The spirited and joyfully uplifting music of the Brass Band as they led our boys in blue into the midst of the fray, then the spattered sounds of gunshots, the great booms of the artillery, the drums beating on and on, encouraging the men to meet the enemy and also quite possibly their end, and then the roar of the rebels, that &#8220;rebel yell&#8221;.  I fear I shall never forget that sound or be able to cleanse it from my head.</p>
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