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And they was only one time when I felt anyways skittish. That was when I was a new recruit on picket duty. And it was pitch dark, and I heard something comin' th'ough the bushes, and I thought, 'Let 'em come, whoever it is'. And I got my bayonet all ready, and waited. I'se gittin' sorta nervous, and purty soon the bushes opened, and what you think come out? A great big ole hog!
Officer Donahue was not a man who got these luminous inspirations himself, but that did not prevent him appreciating them in others and bestowing commendation in the right quarter. There was nothing petty or grudging about Officer Donahue. "Ye're the lad with the head, Tim!" he exclaimed admiringly. "It just sorta came to me," said Mr. Cassidy, modestly. "It's a great idea, Timmy!"
Ye see, we were located jist betwixt ole Fort Fetterman and the Little Big Horn, sorta betwixt Red Cloud en Sittin' Bull, en one massacre en another. Ours was a period jist follerin' these history-makin' times en every man had a right to tell hit his way as they were all unhampered by airy lick of facts.
Daniels's uniform and the rooster on my sleeve, and I guess decides that I'm eligible to the club. Anyway, she sorta nodded at me and pretty soon begun to snuffle and look for her handkerchief. It wasn't no use, though, for she didn't have any. "Meanwhile we was crossin' one of them bridges just crawlin' along like one of the motors had quit and the other was hittin' only on three.
"When he got close he straightened up, put back his slouch hat, an' looked at us. Then I saw his face. It sorta electrified yours truly. It was white, with veins standin' out an' eyes flamin' a face of fury. I was plumb amazed, didn't know what to think. Then this queer young man shot some cool, polite words at me an' Jim.
Keep a tame gunrunner to work for ’em—that sounds like th’ tricky sorta play they cotton to. If it is so, th’ man who gits Kitchell may jus’ rid this country of some of them two-legged wolves into th’ bargain." "According to what I’ve heard," Drew said, "this Kitchell claims to lead a regular Confederate force that hasn’t surrendered.
But I may learn to like you. You appear to be sorta bright." Tweet pushed back his chair. "Now we'll go down to Morgan & Stroud's and get out where we c'n go to work and do somethin', and have a chance to look about and think." Protestations died on Hiram's lips, and he dutifully rose and followed.
He's apt to get sorta mad if he's interrupted." "I'll give him fifty dollars if he'll put me on board." "Got it on you?" inquired the nymph coyly. She had her share of sentiment, but she was her father's daughter and inherited from him the business sense. "Here it is." He pulled out his pocket-book. The book was dripping, but the contents were only fairly moist. "Pa!" said the girl.
"Yes, ma'am," he said respectfully, though his voice seemed slightly hoarse, "I've got a letter here which I want you to read to me I just can't sorta make out the writin'." She almost sighed with relief. Leaving the stall she went to Pickett's side and took from his hand a paper that he held out to her.
"In some ways, though, I'm sorta glad the damned mine was blew up. 'Firebrand' would have sure got a-hold of her some day, an' then we'd be clawin' at the bowels of the earth instid of galivantin' around on our cayuses like gentlemen. I reckon things is all for the best."
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