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Updated: June 9, 2025
The butcher was taken aback: "How in thunder should I know?" he blurted out. "There you go, slamming away with your blasphemy again. Couldn't you ask him?" "Why, yes, Belle, I reckon I could. Maybe I can. Say!" he returned after starting down the steps, to point to the package in her hand, "there's a mess o' sweetbreads in there for you." "Shucks! I can't use sweetbreads tonight, Heinie."
We weren't more than a minute on our way when a pair of bombs went off about over the shell hole. Evidently some bold Heinie had chucked them over to make sure of the job in case the machines hadn't. It was a close pinch two close pinches. I was in places afterwards where there was more action and more danger, but, looking back, I don't think I was ever sicker or scareder.
"Yes. Let's go to Paris." "You mean to see er ?" "Yes!" interrupted Jack with a smile. "This is their day off, and we might as well have a little enjoyment when we can. From the easy time we had to-day we'll have some hard fighting to-morrow. This was too good to last. Heinie is up to some mischief, I think." "Same here."
Now, I may be "telling tales out of school" but there are few left to care, save Mr. Miller and the writer, and I trust that "Heinie" will pardon me in thus living over the stirring times of our youth. In the spring of 1864, I think it was, Mr. Miller sold his interest in the paper to his partner, Mr. Noltner.
Turn a hundred of them loose in a ten-acre lot against the same number of Americans, where each man had to pick out his own opponent, and see what would happen to them." "They wouldn't be in it," agreed Tom with conviction. "Put a Heinie in a strange position where he has to think quickly without an officer to help him, and he's up in the air. Take his map away from him and he's lost."
But there was shelling in the night, and the earth fell away. "Look," said Jones when he wakened his Sergeant. "The first thing I seen when daylight come was his old fingers, wigglin' in the breeze. He wants air, Heinie does; he won't stay covered."
If you don’t stop the Huns if you don’t come back at them and wipe them out, the world will not be worth inhabiting." I stepped nearer: "Heinie," I said, "you know what your trade has been, and what it is called. Here’s your chance to clean yourself. Joe you’ve dealt out misery, insanity, death, to women and children. You’re called the Coke King of the East Side.
And Pixley of the Argonaut has given me a chance to do some stories. I shall be an author pretty soon like Harte and Clemens." "Or a poet like this Cincinnatus Heinie Miller, whom one hears about. Fancy such a name. I should think he'd change it." "He has already," laughed Francisco. "Calls himself Joaquin after Marietta, the bandit. Joaquin Miller rather catchy, isn't it?
"You're elected, Frank," laughed Billy. "Go out and let Heinie spiel his little spiel." Frank laid aside his rifle and stepped from behind his tree. He walked directly toward the messenger, who lowered the makeshift flag and stood waiting. "What is it that you want?" Frank asked in German, when he had come within speaking distance. "We want you to surrender," replied the man in excellent English.
"Heinie must have plenty of ammunition," remarked Frank. "He's spending it freely." "It beats anything we've been up against since we came to the front," observed Billy. "It seems to be coming nearer and nearer all the time," said Bart. "I guess this is going to be our busy day." There was intense activity all through the lines. Orderlies galloped from place to place with orders.
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