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If we take swords I may get a hack at ye, but if we take a half-nelson lock 'tis even money I have ye'er back broke befure th' polis comes." "I can see in me mind th' day whin explosives'll be so explosive an' guns'll shoot so far that on'y th' folks that stay at home'll be kilt, an' life insurance agents'll be advisin' people to go into th' ar-rmy. I can so. 'Tis thrue what Hogan says about it."
But when I does go back, the goin' home'll be fine, an' pay for all th' bein' away. An' the Lard lets me, I'll have th' fur t' send Emily t' th' doctors an' make she well." One day the clouds grew tired of sending forth snow and rain, and the wind forgot to blow, and the waters became weary of their rushing.
"Th' poor lad were so hopeful when we were comin' in t' th' trails, an' now un's gone. 'Twill be hard t' meet his mother an Richard." "Aye, 'twill be hard," assented Ed. "She'll be takin' un rare hard. Our comin' home'll be bringin' his goin' away plain t' she again." "An' Emily, too," spoke up Bill. "They were thinkin' so much o' each other."
She loved this hour, she loved the singing tea-kettle and the smell of strong soap and her mother's face in the lamplight, with all the loud noises of the street hushed, and the ugliness outside hidden by the closed door, against the paintless boards of which had been nailed a flaming poster inviting the nation's youth to join the Navy. "But maybe this home'll be too different," she finished.
"To the attic, you mean," said Travis "where their old clothes are." Carpenter laughed: "That's it you all'ers say the k'rect thing. 'N' as I was sayin'" he went on "it is a ground-hog case with 'em. The Major's drunk all the time. His farm an' home'll be sold soon. He's 'bleeged to put 'em in the mill or the po'-house." He paused, thinking.
She was to sail for Liverpool and Keziah was to be a passenger. "I can't hardly wait to get to sea," went on Nat. "Think of it! No more lonesome meals in the cabin, thinkin' about you and about home. No, sir! you and home'll be right aboard with me. Think of the fun we'll have in the foreign ports. London, and you and me goin' sightseein' through it!
"I'd rather walk at the end of a rifle than drown in this mud. The folks at home'll laugh when they hear that we were held up just as soon as we got in the South." "Hey? What's that?" demanded the man. "If you're after our money you won't get much," Tom replied. "I ain't after yer money," said the man. "I'm after you." "What sort of a Yank trick is this!" demanded Wilson. "Huh?"
He got shot through the breast, while Corpril Elliott only got a crack over the head. That settles it as to who's the best soldier. I'm kind o' sorry that we didn't have no trouble. Mebbe the folks at home'll git the idea that we skulked and dodged." "That's so," accorded the others, with a troubled look. "But we are now in Tennessee," chirped in Gid Mackall hopefully.
He stood at the corner slouched against a telegraph pole, with the camp fence, surmounted by three strands of barbed wire, behind him, wondering which way he would go. This was a hell of a town anyway. And he used to think he wanted to travel round and see places. "Home'll be good enough for me after this," he muttered.
"You've been game as any fighting man, Tom," said he, cheerily. "The drive home'll be no midsummer-night's-dream, but I see that upper lip of yours is stiff for it. Good-night and good luck! We'll take care of the luck." As he turned back up the path the front door of his house swung open.
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