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Henry laughed at the idea, quite loudly. “Oh god I had gven up on that dream!”

"Naa. I’m sure there’s something we can find and adapt. After what you encouraged my boys to do it’s time for a little pay-back. We’re going to make that work some how. Hey! maybe one of those little saddles from the feed-it-a-quarter-and-it-shakes rides! That could work."

Abraham grinned to Henry and sat up to kiss his cheek.

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Hopkinson’s Plantation, Edisto Island, South Carolina 1862

Henry P. Moore (American, 1833–1911)

In late fall 1861 or spring 1862, Henry P. Moore, a New Hampshire photographer, traveled from his home in Concord to make portraits of the Third New Hampshire Regiment in camp in Union-occupied coastal South Carolina. While in residence, he made some of the earliest and most poignant Civil War photographs of slave life in the Deep South. Moore focused on the changed lives of African Americans in the aftermath of the Union victory (navy and army) at the Battle of Port Royal, South Carolina, in November 1861.

With the departure of their owners, plantation workers in Union-controlled areas were no longer slaves but, before the Emancipation Proclamation, not yet free. Moore made this well-published view of field workers on Edisto Island, where the Third New Hampshire had guard duty from April 5 to June 1, 1862. The former slaves now worked for their own benefit and were heading off in their mule-driven wagons to tend their sweet potatoes and other crops; within a year President Lincoln would give them their freedom.

Date:1862 Medium: Albumen silver print from glass negative Dimensions: Image: 15.2 × 20.4 cm (6 × 8 1/16 in.) Classification: Photographs Credit Line: Gilman Collection, Museum Purchase, 2005 Accession Number: 2005.100.1137


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Henry smiled relaxing into those arms. “She is everything I have ever wanted…” He admitted quietly. “Some times she reminds me more of Edeva than I would care to admit…”

"It’s a wonder how those things work, isn’t it, and that she reminds you so isn’t a bad thing. I imagine it’s quite startling at times, but it’s not a bad thing. It’s going to be a wonderful adventure. And how is Vincent doing?"

He didn’t want to sleep again and at the same time wanted to be cautious of causing Henry pain by accidentally prodding a wound.

Henry hummed fondly. “Being with Emily, I cannot help but feel as though she is a gift from Edeva. Almost, as silly a it may sound, a second chance.” He admitted softly.

"Vincent is doing well. He misses you. He has taken to picking up the toy nerf axe I got him and whacking me over the head when he is unhappy." A chuckle.

"No, that doesn’t sound silly at all Henry." Abraham gave Henry’s hand a gentle squeeze and a smile before smiling at Vincent’s antics. 

"I wonder if they make little saddles for cheetahs. We could teach Vincent to ride the ones you have while he’s still small."

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Henry smiled relaxing into those arms. “She is everything I have ever wanted…” He admitted quietly. “Some times she reminds me more of Edeva than I would care to admit…”

"It’s a wonder how those things work, isn’t it, and that she reminds you so isn’t a bad thing. I imagine it’s quite startling at times, but it’s not a bad thing. It’s going to be a wonderful adventure. And how is Vincent doing?"

He didn’t want to sleep again and at the same time wanted to be cautious of causing Henry pain by accidentally prodding a wound.

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Henry chuckled nervously. Abraham going to the ball was news to him and would definitely make sneaking off into a secret passage with Adam trickier. Perhaps they would have to let that one tradition fade if only this once. “Hmm, I didn’t know you were coming.” He grinned softly, trying to steer the conversation into a different direction.

"She wanted to make sure she asked me before you did. Now please.. Henry. How bad was it and are you okay."

Henry chuckled softly. “That girl…. She’s absolutely amazing.” A pause. “She asked to take my name on her legal papers.” He said quietly. How could he tell Abraham breathing hurt so fucking bad?

Abraham leaned back to settle in against his pillow and wrapped an arm around Henry’s, elbows crossed to take his friends hand from the inside. Perhaps now wasn’t the time to press. His own injuries, the electrical burns, the stab wound and scrapes, the broken ribs and the torn ligaments and strained muscles in his arms were not exactly something he wanted to address at the moment either. So he’d let it go for now. He smiled past his own pain to Henry.

"I can’t tell you how great it is to hear something good right now. She’s a wonderful, passionate and impressive young lady and I know you’ve waited for a very long time to have a daughter."

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Henry chuckled nervously. Abraham going to the ball was news to him and would definitely make sneaking off into a secret passage with Adam trickier. Perhaps they would have to let that one tradition fade if only this once. “Hmm, I didn’t know you were coming.” He grinned softly, trying to steer the conversation into a different direction.

"She wanted to make sure she asked me before you did. Now please.. Henry. How bad was it and are you okay."

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Henry chuckled softly, reaching over to run his hand down Abraham’s back, scratching gently, slowly. “Is there any way I can help you feel better?”

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. 

"You are helping, more than you know, old friend. It’s just chaos in my mind at the moment. I don’t want to wait to heal physically. I don’t want to wait to heal mentally. I want to go on. But that’s dangerous isn’t it? It’ll all come crashing down at some point. I am tired of this circle Henry. I’m tired of being nervous. I’m tired of hiding in the closet when the flood gates in my mind open."

Henry felt his heart break a little inside for his friend. He knew that feeling all too well and he would do anything to keep Abraham grin having to experience it… Anything. “I know.” He said gently, looking up across the room then back to the other. “Would you feel better if we went to rest in the closet?” He offered gently.

He sighed again, a hand momentarily at his temple. “No, if I go in there right now I don’t think I’ll come out for a week. I promised Emily I’d be at her ball and if it was too boring we’d jump out a window together.”

He leaned back against Henry then sat up just as quickly, looking at Henry with concern. “You were hurt, I remember that. How badly? Are you okay?”

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Fatigue, Marching Order 1866

  • Attributed to Oliver H. Willard (American, active 1850s–70s, died 1875)

This hand-colored portrait provides a good look at the colors of war—at least as worn by the Union army. It comes from a set of photographs commissioned in 1866 by Montgomery Meigs, Quartermaster General of the United States Army during and after the Civil War. Known as “the army behind the army,” the Quartermaster Corps is the army’s oldest logistical branch. Then and now it is charged with clothing, transporting, and sustaining large field armies far away from their base camps. Meigs understood the historical value of permanently recording the clothing (with accurate colors) and personal accouterments worn by soldiers and officers during the war. The portraits by Oliver H. Willard, still a relatively obscure photographer, all show the same soldier/actor wearing a wide variety of uniforms and posing with the tools and emblems of his service and rank.

Date:1866 Medium: Albumen silver print from glass negative Dimensions: Image: 20.1 x 15 cm (7 15/16 x 5 7/8 in.) Mount: 33.2 x 25.7 cm (13 1/16 x 10 1/8 in.) Classification: Photographs Credit Line: The Horace W. Goldsmith Foundation Fund, through Joyce and Robert Menschel, 2010Accession Number:2010.38


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Civil War Militia- 

  • In album: Benjamin Brown French “Photographs,” p. 105.

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"Pine Cottage", Civil War Soldiers Winter Quarters


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Henry chuckled softly, reaching over to run his hand down Abraham’s back, scratching gently, slowly. “Is there any way I can help you feel better?”

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. 

"You are helping, more than you know, old friend. It’s just chaos in my mind at the moment. I don’t want to wait to heal physically. I don’t want to wait to heal mentally. I want to go on. But that’s dangerous isn’t it? It’ll all come crashing down at some point. I am tired of this circle Henry. I’m tired of being nervous. I’m tired of hiding in the closet when the flood gates in my mind open."

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General Irvin McDowell and staff, Arlington House, 1862

He is best known for his defeat in the First Battle of Bull Run the first large-scale battle of the Civil War.

In 1879, a Board of Review commissioned by President Rutherford B. Hayes attributed much of the loss of the Second Battle of Bull Run to McDowell. In the report he was depicted as indecisive, uncommunicative, and inept, repeatedly failing to answer Porter’s requests for information, failing to forward intelligence of Longstreet’s positioning to Pope, and neglecting to take command of the left wing of the Union Army as was his duty under the Articles of War.


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"It is probably for the best." He agreed quietly. "Do you know who they were?"

"I think I had some odd dreams though."

Abraham sighed and leaned against Henry to look up at him. 

"General purpose bad guys from the Moldovan Dubăsari area. From illicit drugs, banned weaponry, slave traffickers, and illegal immigrants which they are surprisingly even about meaning they wont double cross you, on down the list to money laundering.

"You name it they do it. They sprung up during the War of Transnistria, a sort of war of Independence for a slice of land between Moldova and Ukraine. Transnistria declared itself independent from both in 1992 but Moldova still claims the land so there have been sporadic off-and-on battles ever since.

"I went there to try and help the non-combatant families caught in the crossfire and you know the rest. I should have know that killing of the heads and his most trusted men would not have gone unnoticed when they turned up in Russia, but I didn’t think that they would follow me to America."

Henry smiled thinly. “I see.” And he truly did. “Strange how that happens, isn’t it?” He knew all too well the unnerving and paranoia invoking fear this type of event could cause.

"Hmm. I was worth quite a lot as a trophy pet, but I can’t think of any of them who’d go to all of this expense to get me back, or even how they found me. I threw every thing even possibly traceable into a lake. I know neither you nor Emily would ever do anything to set this off or that either of you would even know how and Jami is far too busy with her clinics. 

"It’s the how that’s really disturbing me. That it happened I can deal with. I know I’m safe with you. The hardest part will be the nightmares though. Was Adam here or was that a dream? I know you said he’s not a danger it’s just … really random."

Henry gave a small nod. “He was.” He took his wedding ring off to show Abraham the inside. “This came in use earlier. I left it with kit to protect, but instead she gave it to him. It was for the best, regardless…”

Abraham nodded and rested a bit. “I think I already knew he lied. You always said there was nothing close to a progenitor. Oh well. Right now I just want to get well enough to get out of bed and if I can do that without too many terrible dreams I will consider myself lucky and I’m sure you will too. You know… I think it’s a milestone. I’ve woken up from something terrible and I didn’t attack you!”

Perhaps it was far too soon for his sense if humor to be taking over. Maybe it was how close Henry was that made it possible when even he would normally be hiding in the closet fighting to breath, fighting to think, and not kill the neighbors for want of blood or risk breaking a rule and the struggle to not think about those damn things. To get them out of his head once…..

He forced his thoughts to stop there and closed his eyes. Even he knew he shouldn’t be bouncing between such extremes like this. It must be the pain electrical burns took time and he was covered in them. He needed something to steady him.

"Then Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; by means whereof this breast of mine hath buried."

Shakespeare was like Henry, always there l, and at times just as softly spoken.

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"It is probably for the best." He agreed quietly. "Do you know who they were?"

"I think I had some odd dreams though."

Abraham sighed and leaned against Henry to look up at him. 

"General purpose bad guys from the Moldovan Dubăsari area. From illicit drugs, banned weaponry, slave traffickers, and illegal immigrants which they are surprisingly even about meaning they wont double cross you, on down the list to money laundering.

"You name it they do it. They sprung up during the War of Transnistria, a sort of war of Independence for a slice of land between Moldova and Ukraine. Transnistria declared itself independent from both in 1992 but Moldova still claims the land so there have been sporadic off-and-on battles ever since.

"I went there to try and help the non-combatant families caught in the crossfire and you know the rest. I should have know that killing of the heads and his most trusted men would not have gone unnoticed when they turned up in Russia, but I didn’t think that they would follow me to America."

Henry smiled thinly. “I see.” And he truly did. “Strange how that happens, isn’t it?” He knew all too well the unnerving and paranoia invoking fear this type of event could cause.

"Hmm. I was worth quite a lot as a trophy pet, but I can’t think of any of them who’d go to all of this expense to get me back, or even how they found me. I threw every thing even possibly traceable into a lake. I know neither you nor Emily would ever do anything to set this off or that either of you would even know how and Jami is far too busy with her clinics. 

"It’s the how that’s really disturbing me. That it happened I can deal with. I know I’m safe with you. The hardest part will be the nightmares though. Was Adam here or was that a dream? I know you said he’s not a danger it’s just … really random."