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Maria was certainly fair to look upon. A buxom, rosy-cheeked lass, something above the average hight of girls, and showing the Klegg blood in her broad chest and heavy, full curves. She was dressed in the hollyhock fashion of country girls of those days, with an exuberance of bright colors, but which Shorty thought the hight of refined fashion.
And when, as Corporal of the Guard, he suppressed in his usual summary way a noisy row among the teamsters and cooks, he was very glad that Maria did not hear the remarks that a Corporal always thinks necessary to make on such occasions. Shorty did not swear with the fluent ease of before his visit to the Klegg homestead, but a little excitement gave the old looseness to his tongue.
The guards on the platform rushed in, and by dint of a vigorous use of gun-butts and other persuasives, and more strong language than Mr. Klegg had ever heard before in all his life, succeeded in quieting the disturbance and making the men take their seats. Mr. Klegg recovered his carpetsack, his comforter, mittens, hat and umbrella, and sat down again.
Besides, as I told you before, I turned in purty airly, for I was tired with my ride from Looyville, and I wanted to git in good shape for the trip to-day." A cloud of annoyance came upon the stranger's face, and he did not speak again for a minute or two. Then he said: "You are from Indiana, are you not?" "Yes," said Mr. Klegg. "From Posey County?" "Yes." "I knew so.
McGillicuddy," said the Colonel sternly, but without turning his head, "either bayonet that cowardly rascal or gag him and tie him to a tree." The Captain turned to give the order to Corp'l Klegg, but the teamster struck his mule with his whip, and went tearing on through the brush before the order could be given. Some severely-wounded men came slowly pushing their way through the chaparral.
You let him stay back, while you go down the line yourself." "Certainly," replied Capt. McGillicuddy. "Serg't Klegg, stay where you are." Si saluted and took his position, facing the line, with a look of calm impartiality upon his face. Shorty turned around and backed up to him so that the calves of their legs touched, and began intently studying his gunlock. Capt.
"Hain't got none. Lost mine weeks ago, while we was on the Tullahomy march." "Great Jehosephat! what am I goin' to do?" groaned Shorty, the sweat starting out on his fore head. "Now's the time for Providence to help out, if He's goin' to. I'm at the end o' my string." "Supper's ready, boys; come on in," announced the sweet, motherly voice of Mrs. Klegg.
Rosecrans rode up at the head of his staff, from an early morning inspection of some part of the camp. The men saluted and cheered. "Whom have you here, Sergeant?" said the General, reining up his horse beside the squad. "That's Gen. Rosecrans," said one of the guards to Deacon Klegg. "Nobody of importance," replied the Sergeant, "except this old man here.
A man that'll steal ought to be hunted down and kicked out o' the army. He's not fit to associate with decent men." "Why, Shorty," said Si, amused at his partner's heat, "you stole that yourself." "I didn't nothin' o' the kind," snorted Shorty, "and don't want you sayin' so, Mr. Klegg, if you don't want to git into trouble. I took it from a teamster.
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