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"Oh, we won't do anything to your Fuzzies," Mallin said. "You won't hurt any Fuzzies. Not more than once, anyhow." The next morning, during breakfast, Kellogg and Kurt Borch put in an appearance, Borch wearing old clothes and field boots and carrying his pistol on his belt. They had a list of things they thought they would need for their camp.
The following day the regiment rejoined their brigade at Belinda Springs, a distance of two miles, and moved thence to Antietam Iron Works on the 26th. Here sickness prevailed to a great extent, and but few men could be reported for duty. On the afternoon of September 23d, Messrs. E.N. Kellogg, J.M.B. McNary and W.H.D. Callender, of Hartford, Conn., came into camp.
The task of giving the necessary military education to the thousand odd men fresh from the ordinary routine of rural Connecticut life, fell upon the shoulders of Lieutenant-Colonel Kellogg, and by all the testimony available, most of all by the splendid proof they later gave, it is clear that it was entrusted to a master hand.
"I don't know," he hesitated; "I'm afraid I'm beginning to like it." "You, Nat?" Kellogg's amazement was unfeigned. "You, ready to spend your life here slaving away in this measly store?" Duncan grunted indignantly. "Hold on, now. Don't you call this a measly store. There isn't a more complete drug-store in the State!" "Do you hear that?" Kellogg appealed vehemently to the universe at large.
Nisbet, however, who had long been familiar with the business, insisted there was a profit, in the fact that the gold-dust or bullion shipped was more valuable than its cost to us. We, of course, had to remit bullion to meet our bills on New York, and bought crude gold-dust, or bars refined by Kellogg & Humbert or E. Justh & Co., for at that time the United States Mint was not in operation.
In a few days word came that Mr. Kellogg wanted to see me. He had been told that I was a "beardless boy" and he professed to want men for his captains. My friends advised me not to go to be too busy recruiting, in fact and I followed their advice.
Behind him, Gerd van Riebeek's voice was saying, "Hold it, all of you; get your hands up. You, too, Kellogg." Kellogg, who had fallen, pushed himself erect. Blood was gushing from his nose, and he tried to stanch it on the sleeve of his jacket. As he stumbled toward his companions, he blundered into Ruth Ortheris, who pushed him angrily away from her.
He nodded toward van Riebeek, standing guard over Kellogg and Mallin, his thumbs in his pistol belt. "Ours. He's quit the Company." Just as he was finishing, Car Three put in an appearance; he had to tell the same story over again. The area in front of the Kellogg camp was getting congested; he hoped Mike Hennen's labor gang would stay away for a while.
Lieutenant Lunt will have a couple of troopers here, too. I'll expect you to have your personal things aboard your airboat when they arrive." He blanked the screen while Kellogg was trying to tell him that it was all a misunderstanding. "I think that's everything.
"Hm," Kellogg reflected, quizzical. "You've got a pleasant little job ahead of you." "I don't care about that: I deserve all that's coming to me. I owe Josie a duty. Why, it's awful, Harry, to trick a girl into caring for you and then to to " "Break her heart?" Kellogg's tone was sardonic. "That's what I meant." "Don't flatter yourself, my boy.
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