bleckfus

Updated: May 1, 2025

The wind was just right that morning to flop everything canvas, pipe, stove, and breakfast, too particularly the delicate Saratoga chips Charlie had prepared for us, and which, Faye said, were being blown about like yellow rose leaves. The poor little heathen was distracted, but when he saw Faye he instantly became a general and said at once, "You hole-ee him me takee bleckfus."

Frances Marie Antoinette Mack Roe - Army Letters from an Officer's Wife, 1871-1888