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General John Quincy Adams Crandall," read the lean man slouched in the stuffed leather armchair, that day's edition of the Yankton Daily press and Dakotaian spread in sixteen gray columns in front of his face. "What's he general of?"
"No one seems to know! But they tell me he turns all sorts of colors if you fail to address him by that title." The speaker, a tweed-suited Southerner with a pouched face and an unruly shock of red hair shot with gray, blew a cloud from his snuff box and inhaled it, all of it. Not a grain floated to the polished wood floor of