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"I'm not pleased wid you, Mulvaney," sez Bragin, unbucklin' his sword, for he had been on duty. "That's bad hearin'," I sez, an' I knew that the pickets were dhriven in. "What for, Sargint?" sez I. "Come outside," sez he, "an' I'll show you why." "I'm willin'," I sez; "but my stripes are none so ould that I can afford to loses him. Tell me now, who do I go out wid?" sez I.
"I'm a dishgraced man!" sez the little orf'cer bhoy. "Put me undher arrest, Sorr, if you will, but, by my sowl, I'd do ut again sooner than face your mother wid you dead," sez the Sargint that had sat on his head, standin' to attention an' salutin'. But the young wan only cried as tho' his little heart was breakin'. 'Thin another man av the Tyrone came up, wid the fog av fightin' on him.
Do ye mind the white dog that belongs to the Canteen Sargint, bad cess to him he that's lost half his time an' snarlin' the rest? He shall be lost for good now; an' do ye mind that he's the very spit in shape an' size av the Colonel's, barrin' that his tail is an inch too long, an' he has none av the colour that divarsifies the rale Rip, an' his timper is that av his masther an' worse.
'Whin I was Corp'ril I wud not ha' changed wid the Colonel no, nor yet the Commandher-in-Chief. I wud be a Sargint. There was nothin' I wud not be! Mother av Hivin, look at me! Fwhat am I now?
'Sargint, put a sintry over these two men. "The men wint back into the tents like jackals, an' the rest av the night there was no noise at all excipt the stip av the sintry over the two, an' Scrub Greene blubberin' like a child. 'Twas a chilly night, an' faith, ut sobered Peg Barney.
Tom, it's true, was an ould offender; but he was innocent of that, any way. The world's all chance; boys, as Sargint Eustace used to say, and whin we die there's no more about us; so that I don't see why a man mightn't as well switch the priest's book as any other, only that, somehow, a body can't shake the terror of it off o' them."
Harry Joslyn whipped around and took his stand on the right of Gid Mackall. "Here," protested Gid; "Sargint Klegg told me to stand on the right. You're smaller'n me. Git on the other side." "I won't do it," answered Harry. "I've always stood ahead o' you in school, ever since we were in the primer class, and I aint goin' to stand behind you in the army.
"Thin Sargint Hinery must be near," said the soldier. "Yes, I'm here, Frank and oh, Frank, I'm in such trouble!" And in a curiously jumbled and half-incoherent manner Henry related his afternoon's experience. At the conclusion of the recital the three held a consultation as to what was best to be done. Time was precious, and the town was nearly two miles distant.
You're himperfectly eddicated, Sargint, sez 'e, an' then we fell in. But after p'rade, 'e was up an' Mullins was swearin' 'imself black in the face at Ord'ly Room that Mulvaney 'ad called 'im a swine an' Lord knows wot all. You know Mullins. 'E'll 'ave 'is 'ead broke in one o' these days. 'E's too big a bloomin' liar for ord'nary consumption.
It's a 'Un, yer fool or was before he 'opped it. He's dead." "A 'Un!" Samuel gazed stupidly at the speaker, and then peered at the motionless figure. "Wot's the sargint a-doin' of." A low question came from the officer. "Have you killed him, Melstead?" "I have that, sir; but I can't get my perishing bayonet out. Put your foot on his chest, Charlie, and heave. Again, so, heave."
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