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Updated: May 11, 2025
He jes' mak 'em bite off de heads o' baccer wurms; mysef I'd ruther tuk a lickin." "On Christmus Day, we'd git fiah crackahs an' drink brandy, dat wuz all. Dat day wuz only one we didn't wurk. On Saturday evenin's we'd mold candles, dat wuzn't so bad." "De happies' time o' my life wuz when Cap'n Tipton, a Yankee soljer cumed an' tol' us de wah wuz ober an' we wuz free. Cap'n.
Si thought it was a great scheme, but he tried it once too often. The doctor "caught on," and said, the next time Si went up, that castor oil was what he needed to fetch him around. So he poured out a large dose and made Si take it right then and there. The next time fatigue duty was ordered Si thought he felt well enough to go along with the boys. "HELLO Si; goin' for a soljer, ain't ye?"
Let's go out'n do a little skirmishin' ourselves." "We'd better go off a good ways," said Si, "so's the boys won't see us." "You're too nice and pertickler for a soljer. Si. They'll all be doin' it, even the Cap'n himself, by termorrer or nex' day." They went out back of the camp, where Si insisted on getting behind the largest tree he could find.
He worked at it whenever he could catch a few minutes between the marches and the numerous details for guard, picket, fatigue and other duty. "Bein' a soljer aint quite what they crack it up to be when they're gittin' a fellow to enlist. It's mity rough, and you'd better believe it. You ought to be glad you're a gurl and don't haf to go. I wish't I was a gurl sometimes.
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