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"Now I had been minded to ask Cruik to take me back to the Ould Rig'mint, for the fightin' was over, an' I was wore out wid the ways av the bhoys in the Tyrone; but I shifted my will, an' hild on, an' wint to set wid Love-o'-Women in the hospital. As I have said, Sorr, the man bruk all to little pieces undher my hand.
Betune you an' me an' Bobs, I was commandin' the company, an' that was what Cruik had thransferred me for, an' the little orf'cer bhoy knew ut, and I knew ut, but the comp'ny did not. And there, mark you, is the vartue that no money an' no dhrill can buy the vartue av the ould soldier that knows his orf'cer's work an' does ut at the salute!
"Tis demoralisin' my men. "'Ye damned little fool, sez Cruik, laughin'. 'He's larnin' you your business. Have ye been rushed at night yet? "'No, sez the child, wishful that he had been. "'Have you any wounded? sez Cruik. "'No, he sez. 'There was no chanst for that. They follow Mulvaney too quick, he sez. "'Fwhat more do you want, thin? sez Cruik.
My commandin' orf'cer save his little soul! cud not see the beauty av of my strategims, an' whin the Ould Rig'mint crossed us, an' that was wanst a week, he'd throt off to Cruik, wid his big blue eyes as round as saucers, an' lay an information against me. I heard thim wanst talkin' through the tent-wall, an' I nearly laughed. "'He runs runs like a hare, sez the little orf'cer bhoy.
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