"Over there-at oakland," pointing in the direction of their home, which seemed suddenly to have moved a thousand miles aways.
"Two Little Confederates"
Thomas Nelson Page
I heard the Yankees had run you 'way from oakland last night, and was sort o' huntin' for you.
"Two Little Confederates"
Thomas Nelson Page
He had never been to oakland since he was wounded.
"Two Little Confederates"
Thomas Nelson Page