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"Well," cried the youth, still fidgeting, "I'd rather do anything 'most than go tramping 'round the country all day doing no good to nobody and jest tiring ourselves out." "So would I," said the loud soldier. "It ain't right. I tell you if anybody with any sense was a-runnin' this army it " "Oh, shut up!" roared the tall private. "You little fool. You little damn' cuss.
I'm gwine wid you, an' I'm gwine back to my company; an' I'm gwine fight, ef Yankees gits in my way; but ef I gits tired, I's comin' home; an' 'tain't no use to tell you I ain't, 'cause I is, an' ef anybody flings up to me that I's a-runnin' away, I'm gwine to kill 'em!" He rose to his feet in the intensity of his feeling, and his eyes, usually so dull, were like live coals.
"Judging by your present figurehead, you couldn't have been much to boast of!" "Couldn't I?" rejoined father. "I tell you what, Sarah, there wer' a lot more gals 'sides you as wos a-runnin' arter me when I was a youngster and first jined the sarvice!" Hearing my mother's name mentioned, old `Ally Sloper' at once struck up a screech, hopping through from the shop to join us.
Things wasn't doing so bad with me. Why, it's like yesterday to remember. My wife she come a-runnin' into the shop just before dinner-time. "There's a boiler busted at Walton's," she says, "an' they say as Mr. Trent's killed." It was Walton's, the pump-maker's, in Ground Street. 'It's Simpson & Thomas's now, remarked Mrs. Bower. 'Why, where Jim Candle works, you know, Mr. Hackroyd.
"I want ye to know Bill Hicks air a-runnin' things here, 'n' I don't want no meddlin'. I'll drink right here in front o' ye "-holding a bottle defiantly above his head-" 'n' I mean to dance, too, I warn ye now," he added, staggering toward the door, "I don't want no med-dlin'." Easter had buried her face in her hands.
"Ye war a-dustin' along toler'ble fast, Nicholas Gregory," he exclaimed; "but nothin' on G'liath Mounting kin beat me a-runnin' 'thout it air a deer. Ye'll kem along with me now, and stir yer stumps powerful lively, too, kase I hain't got no time ter lose." "What am I tuk up fur?" gasped Nick. "S'picious conduc'," replied the man curtly. Nick knew no more now than he did before.
Jest as Tutt allows he's out to shoot for the squaw in a minute, an' as thar's no gettin' away from it, I tells him to paint himse'f for war an' come a-runnin'. "I has to carry a hard face; for we're shorely in for it. Yere we be four days from Wolfville, an' the Injuns an' I reckons thar's twenty bucks in the outfit-is camped in between us an' he'p.
So it continyoos; an' Nell beats this Holliday hard for half a hour. Nell sees she's in luck; an' she feels that strong she concloods to press it some. "'The limit's five hundred! says Nell to this Holliday. 'Come after me! "Holliday bows like he's complimented. 'I'm after you; an' I comes a-runnin', he says.
Besides," continued the boy, looking down apologetically at his bruised and dusty feet, "I hurt my feet a-knockin' 'em against the stones when I was a-runnin', an' they've got swelled up so 'at I don't believe I could git my shoes on now, any way." Many people in the room besides Mrs. Burnham had tears in their eyes at the conclusion of this simple statement.
"Well," cried the youth, still fidgeting, "I'd rather do anything 'most than go tramping 'round the country all day doing no good to nobody and jest tiring ourselves out." "So would I," said the loud soldier. "It ain't right. I tell you if anybody with any sense was a-runnin' this army it " "Oh, shut up!" roared the tall private. "You little fool. You little damn' cuss.
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