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Great Jehosephat, how'm I goin' to stand it till then? Where'll I be two weeks from now? What kin I do? I a'most wish that something'd happen to Si that'd give me an excuse for writin'." He racked his fertile brain with expedients and devices for getting up communication, but for once he had to reject them all. There was a halo of unapproachableness about Maria Klegg that paralyzed him.
Again it was funereally announced to the accompaniment of flashes of red fire and the gong that it was duly recorded. "Great Jehosephat, if it ain't old Billings himself that's doin' that heavy tragedy act," said Shorty, slapping himself on the thigh. "The old dregs o' the bottomless pit! Is there any deviltry that he won't git into?"
When Shorty got his breath he sputtered: "Great Jehosephat, you didn't let me git more'n a spoonful. But where are the boys?" "Old Jeff Billings's got 'em down at Zeke Wiggins's hash-foundry feedin' 'em, so's he kin toll 'em off into another rijimint." "Old Billings agin," shouted Shorty in a rage. "Where's the place? Show it to me. But wait a minute till I run back and git my pardner."
He spied a pair of fine field glasses lying on the ground, and picked them up with an exclamation of delight. "Great Jehosephat," he said, turning them over for careful inspection. "Ain't this a puddin'? Just the thing to give the Cap. He got his smashed with a bullet comin' through the abatis, and's bin mournin' about 'em ever since.
Then turning to a Sergeant who had just come up at the end of a squad, he said: "Here, Sergeant, take charge of this citizen and this cow, and bring them both up to Army Headquarters. Don't let that citizen get away from you. He's a slick one." As they moved off. Shorty bolted into the crib and shouted: "Great Jehosephat, Si, that dad of your'n 's a goner!
"Tell the Train Dispatcher to clear everything into switches until we get to Murfreesboro, and have the operator at Murfreesboro lay by everything till we get to Nashville." The Yard-Boss rushed off to execute the order. "Great Jehosephat, what's come over Levi?" muttered Shorty. "Has he become the High-muk-a-muk of the whole army? Have they put him in Gen. Rosecrans's place?"
"They ain't no use in me saying fur you not to go," says Hank, "fur you would go anyhow. You always does go off when you is needed." "But I ain't got no money," I says, "and I was going to ast you could you spare me half a dollar?" "Great Jehosephat!" says Hank, "but ain't you getting stuck up! What's the matter of you crawling in under the tent like you always done?
What's the sense o' walkin' so' close together, anyway? Yo' don't git thar no sooner." Then again: "Great jumpin' Jehosephat, Nate, will you never learn the right way to hold your gun when you present arms? You must turn the trigger outside, not the hammer." "O, Jeminy, what difference does hit make?
She's dressed up fit to kill, and she's purtier than a peach-blossom. Jehosephat, Si, I believe she's the very same gal that you was castin' sheep's eyes at when you was home. Yes, it is." "Annabel?" gasped Si. "What's that?" said the Deacon, rousing to interest, but carefully putting his thumb down to mark the place where he left off. "Shorty thinks Annabel is out there gittin' on the train."
Then I'll be all right." Abel snatched a canteen, ran to a branch a little way off, filled it, and returning, put it to Shorty's lips. "Jehosephat, how good that tastes," said Shorty, speaking still faintly, but far more freely than at first, after he had drained the canteen. "Sonny, run and git some more; and mind you fill the canteen full this time.
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