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"I was in the marquee of the Brigade Commissary when a Sergeant and a couple of privates on duty about Pigey's Head-quarters came in with a demijohn and a note to the Commissary, presenting the compliments of the General commanding Division, and at the same time the cash for four gallons of whiskey.
Both letters went on to say, that their trial would take place the next day, at ten o'clock, at Pigey's Head-quarters, and that each letter contained a copy of the charges and specifications, and that, in the meanwhile, they could prepare for trial, provide counsel, and so forth.
Both pleaded guilty to the 'simple disobedience of orders, and the Court was ashamed to try them upon anything besides but the 'disrespectful conduct; in regard to which old Pigey's assertions were taken, instead of the circumstances being proved.
"You all recollect the Sibley," said a Lieutenant, "that stands in the rear of old Pigey's marquee, in which he gave the collation after the last corps review, and welcomed our officers as he steadied himself at the table, with 'Here comes my gallant 210th. The Court met in that." "Yes," resumed Bill, "the same.
"Old Pigey's right hand extended slowly, pointing towards the Detail, who stood with his piece at a rest, wondering what was to come next. "'Take away that musket, sergeant! and that G d d n looking thing alongside of it. What is it, anyhow? said the General, with a significant emphasis on the word 'thing. "And off the sergeant went, followed by the man, who gave a sly look as he left."
The best part of two sheets of large-sized letter paper was filled with the charges against each, all in Pigey's hand-writing. "'Disrespectful language towards the General Commanding Division; 'Conduct tending to Mutiny; 'Disobedience of Orders; and 'Violation of at least half a dozen different articles of war. "The ink was green yet, as if it had all been done after three o'clock.
West Point was on his outside, but his conversation and vacant look told me plainly enough that outside of a Government position the squirt had not brains enough to gain a day's subsistence. But he's one of Pigey's 'my Regulars, and to us Volunteers he can put himself on his dignity with a 'Procul, Procul, este Profani." "George, don't stir me up on that subject any more.
'On we move, though to self-slaughter, Regular as rolling water. Never mind criticizing, boys. It will sound well at home. We did our duty, at any rate, if we did not do it exactly as represented in the picture. The reporter was not there to see for himself, and he must take somebody's word, and it is a feather in our cap that he has taken Pigey's."
Still, the Colonels have no fault to find with him, except that between times he would talk about drinking to Little Mac, and brag about the prospect, as the papers seem to say, of Fitz John Porter's being cleared. But then most of the Court did as much at that as he did. He did his duty in the trial, I guess, as well as his knowledge and old Pigey's will would allow."
"I pointed towards the wood, and told him that I thought it was along the picket-line." "'It must have been, I suppose, said the Aid, in a drawling manner. 'The General was sure it was a rifle. The rest of us thought it a pistol shot, he said, as he rode off. "When he got into the wood I returned to the bullock, cursing Old Pigey's ears for want of experience in shots.
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