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As soon as it was determined that all the enemy were beyond the river, the 200th Ind. went into camp for the afternoon and night upon a cleared spot which had been used for that purpose before our troops had been flanked out of that country by Bragg's raid into Kentucky just a year before.
While the 200th Ind. was getting ready to fall in, the sick-call sounded, and the Orderly-Sergeant remarked to Si: "Fall into this squad, Corporal Klegg." "What for?" asked Si, looking askance at the squad. "To go to the Surgeon's tent," answered the Orderly-Sergeant. "This is the sick squad." "That's what I thought," answered Si; "an' that's the reason I ain't goin' to join it."
Can't you go out and gether up a lot o' niggers that we kin sell 'em?" "Sure," said Groundhog confidently. "Kin git all you want, if you'll pay for 'em. But what's this gang you've got with you?" "O, they're a batch for that blasted Abolition outfit, the 200th Injianny. Them two ornery galoots, Si and Shorty, whose necks I ought've broke when I was with the regiment, have brung 'em down.
Shorty had become nearly frozen sitting there motionless, and he got up and went to the fire to thaw out. He had just picked up a rail to lay it on the fire in better shape, when he heard a weak voice in quiring: "Does anybody know where the 200th Ind. is?" Shorty dropped the rail as if he had been shot, and rushed in the direction of the voice. In an instant he came back almost carrying Si Klegg.
Fortunately for him he had not been imbued with the teachings of the Hebraic dispensation which declared "unclean" the beast that furnished the great bulk of the animal food for the American defenders of the Union. Co. Q of the 200th Ind. received with the first issue of army rations at Louisville a bountiful supply of bacon of prime quality, and Si was happy at the prospect.
The next day the number of rusty muskets, dilapidated accouterments and quantity of soiled clothes in the camp of the 200th Ind. was only equaled by the number of unutterably weary and disgusted boys. IT WAS Sunday again, and the 200th Ind. still lingered near Nashville.
Let your things go. Probably you stole 'em, anyway." Lieut.-Col. Billings's eye lighted on Shorty, with an expression of having seen him somewhere. "Where do you belong?" he asked crossly. "Co. Q, 200th Injianny Volunteer Infantry," replied Shorty proudly. "Yes. I remember you now," said the Provost-Marshal savagely. "You're one o' them infernal nigger-thieves that brung disgrace on the regiment.
I want them arrested and punished." "Fall back there, both of you," said the General severely, as Si and Shorty came to a present arms. "Sergeant, who are you, and where do you belong?" "I'm Serg't Klegg, sir, of Co. Q, 200th Injianny Volunteer Infantry." "Who are you, Corporal?" "I'm Corp'l Elliott, sir, of Co. Q, 200th Injianny Volunteer Infantry." "Now, officer, who are you?" "I'm Lieut.-Col.
In this 200th anniversary year of our Constitution, you and I stand on the shoulders of giants men whose words and deeds put wind in the sails of freedom. However, we must always remember that our Constitution is to be celebrated not for being old, but for being young young with the same energy, spirit, and promise that filled each eventful day in Philadelphia's statehouse.
"Dere Annabel: We're movin' on Murphysboro, where we expect a big fite. There's bin fitin' goin' on ever since we left Nashville, but the 200th Ind. hain't had no hand in it so far, except this after noon me and Shorty" He stopped, stuck his pencil in his mouth, and began to study just what words he should use to describe the occurrence.
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