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They may gobble it all up before we git there." Inspired by this, they all started for camp in quick-time. Shorty was right in interpreting the cheering to mean the arrival of a ration-wagon. When they reached Co. Q they found the Orderly-Sergeant standing over a half-box of crackers. Around him was gathered the company in a petulant state of mind.
"The orders is to stay right here for the night," said the Orderly-Sergeant, coming up through the brush to Si, "and be ready for anything that comes. I don't know what old Sherman means whether he is going to send over some balloons to lift us to the top of the rocks, or set us to tunneling through. I suppose it ain't my business to know. I've got enough to do running this company.
When he came back the next morning the Orderly-Sergeant said to him: "See here, Si, you've got to take that squad of kids you brung into your particular charge, and lick 'em into shape. They need an awful sight of it, and I hain't got any time to give 'em. I've something else to do besides teaching an infant class. I never was good at bringing children up by hand, anyway. I ain't built that way.
The yells that soon rose from that thicket would have indicated that either a boy was being skinned alive or was having his face washed by his mother. "SI," said the Orderly-Sergeant, "here's a chance to give them pin-feather roosters o' yours a little taste of active service, that'll be good seasoning for 'em, and help develop their hackles and spurs." "Good idee.
The orderly-sergeant having taken down Marshall's name and mine in his memorandum-book, went out to drill his company. They were dismissed at half-past seven, but the recruits were kept a quarter of an hour longer, when the breakfast bugle sounded.
"Right face; Arms a-port; Break ranks March!" commanded the Orderly-Sergeant, and there was a clatter of tin cups and plates as they came rushing toward him to get their dinner something to stay their ravenous stomachs. There was a clamor of rage, ridicule, wrath and disappointment as they took in the scene. "What's the matter here?" demanded the Captain, striding back to the company fire.
"Must've bin using some Lightning Elixir Liniment," said the Orderly-Sergeant incredulously.. "I saw you both limping around like string-halted horses not 15 minutes ago. Step out, I tell you." "Captain, le' me go along," pleaded Si. "You never knowed me to fall out, did you?" "Captain, I never felt activer in my life," asserted Shorty; "and you know I always kept up.
Shorty, and tie the blamed kid to you, and not be pestering yourself and everybody else about him all the time?" asked the Orderly-Sergeant irritably, for he was deeply intent upon the prospective charge, and did not want to be bothered. "He's more worry than he's worth." "Shut up!" roared Shorty. "If you wasn't Orderly-Sergeant I'd punch your head.
Si was a true type of those who had to suffer for the good of others until they learned wisdom in the school of experience. "I'VE GOT to have a man to drive team for a few days," said the Orderly of Co. Q of the 200th Ind. one morning at roll-call. "The teamster's sick and I'm goin' to send him to the hospital to-day." The Orderly-Sergeant of Co. Q was a wily fellow.
Our brigade has the best battery in the whole army." "The regiment will go on," reported Orderly-Sergeant, "but Co. Q will stay behind to bury the dead, gather up the arms and things, and then bring up the brigade ammunition train." "Stay behind to bury the dead," grumbled Shorty. "Nice business that! Sextons to the Southern Confederacy.
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