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I was gwine ter turn them hosses over to the Confed'rate government they need hoss-flesh." "You were going to do nothing of the kind. You are not a soldier, you are a common thief." "Now, don't be hard on me, sonny. I fit on the right side, I did," drawled the guerrilla anxiously. "You fought only for your own good." "Taint so, sonny; I fit fer the glorious Stars an' Bars.
I want to be broad-minded, but, confound it! it seems that I cyan't, suh. "'Well, you are ahead of me just one generation, said I. 'I was born in the North and raised up here but my father was a Southern soldier. "'What! said the old man. 'Why didn't yo' tell me this befoh, suh? Hyah, I've been treatin' yo' like a dog, suh, all this time. And your father was a confed'rate soldier, suh?
But when de Confed'rate sojers come along, dey stopped an' killed a fat cow er two, an' taken de fat hoss an' lef' a lean one, an' taken ever'thing else dey seen dey wanted. "No'm, didn' none of de slaves run off wid dem dat I knows of, an' de Yankees didn' try to bother us none.
When nature shrinks From the slight puncture of an insect's sting, Faints, if not screen'd from sultry suns, and pines Beneath the hardship of an hour's delay Of needful nutriment; when Liberty, Is priz'd so dearly, that the slightest breath, That ruffles but her mantle, can awake To arms unwarlike nations, and can rouse Confed'rate states to vindicate her claims: How shall the suff'rer man his fellow doom To ills he mourns or spurns at; tear with stripes His quiv'ring flesh; with hunger and with thirst Waste his emaciate frame; in ceaseless toils Exhaust his vital powers; and bind his limbs In galling chains!
"Not exactly my friend, Jack, but I know him pretty well," answered Dr. Mackey slowly, as if trying to feel his way. "I aint a guerrilla, am I?" put in Pete Gendron eagerly. "N no, he is not a a guerrilla," stammered the surgeon. "There must be some mistake." "I want to be taken to the Confed'rate hospital," went on Pete Gendron.
When nature shrinks From the slight puncture of an insect's sting, Faints, if not screen'd from sultry suns, und pines Beneath the hardship of an hour's delay Of needful nutriment; when liberty Is priz'd so dearly, that the slightest breath That ruffles but her mantle, can awake To arms unwarlike nations, and can rouse Confed'rate states to vindicate her claims: How shall the suff'rer man his fellow doom To ills he mourns and spurns at; tear with stripes His quiv'ring flesh; with hunger and with thirst Waste his emaciate frame; in ceaseless toils Exhaust his vital powers; and bind his limbs In galling chains?
You know, I was an old confed'rate soldier, suh. The wah is all ovah now and I'm really glad the niggers are free. The country's lots bettah off as it is now.
But they don't linger over this trophy; dooty calls 'em, so they stores the sleigh in a barn an' rides away to further honors. "'We never do hear of Jeff none all through that war but once. After he's j'ined Stonewall Jackson, I recalls how he sends home six hundred dollars in confed'rate money with a letter to my father. It runs like this: In camp with Stonewall Jackson.
Maggie is daid an' I live wid my boy Walter an' his wife Lena. Dey is mighty good to me. I owns dis here house an' fo' acres but day live wid me an' I gits a Confed'rate pension of fo' dollars a month. Dat gives me my coffee an' 'bacco. I'se proud I'se a old sojer, I seed de men fall when dey was shot but I was not skeered. We et bread when we could git it an' if we couldn' git it we done widout.
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