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"Well, at Moraviantown was an Indian church, built by a Dutch missionary from Pennsylvany, and a few houses, and our kurnel gave the word to halt and make a stand against the enemy. But the ground along the River Thames was black and mucky, almost like a swamp, and we was soon fagged out. Afore we knowed it almost, the Kentucky mounted rifles was on us a-shouting like mad.
"Oh! he beliebed it, an' he says, says he, `I's griebed to hear it, Mis'r Amstrung, an' ob course you cannot 'spect me to gib my consent to my darter marryin' a beggar! O Quash, w'en I hears dat I bu'sted a'most! I do beliebe if I'd bin 'longside o' dat kurnel at dat momint I hab gib him a most horrible smack in de face." "De skownril!" muttered Quashy between his clenched teeth.
God er mighty gwinter pay yunna well fer yer work, Kurnel, an' de gost er dem po' murdered creeters gwine ter haunt yo' in yer sleep. God don' lub ugly, an' yunna can't prosper." The old man concluded with a low bow, strode out, and left the Mayor alone with his thoughts. Teck Pervis, the Leader. "Come, stan' back, men! I led you uns this fer, an' kin lead you through.
"Ain't no mistake 'bout dat. He's a young devil when his spirit's up, 'n it's easy raised. But he's a powerful gen'lman sort o' boy powerful. Throw's you a quarter soon's look at ye, 'n he's got the right kind o' high ways dough der ain't no sayin' he ain't a young devil; de Kurnel hisself cayn't outcuss him when his spirit's up."
"No," answered I, imitating his laconism of speech. "No!" "I have been in the service. I have just left it." "Oh ah! From Mexico, then, I prezoom?" "Yes." "Business in Swampville?" "Why, yes, Mr Kipp." "I am usooally called kurnel here," interrupted the backwoods militario, with a bland smile, as if half deprecating the title, and that it was forced upon him.
She stopped abruptly, for a noise at the glass-door caused her to turn her eyes in that direction. It was Quashy, who stood there staring at them with all his eyes, and grinning at them with more than all his mouth to say nothing of his ears! "You black baboon!" shouted the colonel, when able to speak. "Oh, nebber mind me, kurnel," said Quashy, with a deprecatory air, "'skuse me.
"Yes, to be sure, another horse," interrupted the colonel; "who will exchange? a quiet one, of course." "Here you is, kurnel," said Quashy, with a beaming countenance, as he led forward his horse. "Quiet as a lamb, 'cept when you aggrawates him. Nebber goes no faster dan you wants him to, sometimes not so fast! an' wouldn't run away even if you was to ax him on your knees."
Looking one day into the hot-beds, which he seemed to have taken much pride in, I found he had filled more than half the space with different varieties of onions, and another part with carraway seeds! When I asked why he put them in there, he said "Shure, ye couldn't have anything betther nor inions. Many's the thousand I've raised in Ireland, when I was with Kurnel Kitchener in Limerick."
"Can ye see the Gineral, Kurnel?" said he, with the utmost apparent deference; "av coorse ye can, sir, only it'll be necessary for you to lave your carriage an' the horses and the nagur here in the care of these gintlemen, while I takes ye to the Gineral mesilf." "Why can I not drive on?" "Why can't ye dhrive? Is it a Kurnel ye is, an' don't know that?
"Corporal!" shouted the Wagon Master with infinite scorn. "Measly $2-a-month water toter for the camp-guard, order me!" and he went off into a rolling stream of choice "army language." "He must certainly be a Kurnel," said Shorty. "Here," continued the Wagon Master, "if you don't want them two shoat-brands jerked offen you, jump in and get them wagons acrost. That's what you were sent to do.
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