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Updated: May 31, 2025
"Say, Shorty," said Si, "'taint very wicked to smoke, is it?" "Guess not!" was the reply. "That's the way it 'pears to me, 'n' I've been kinder thinkin' lately that I'd learn how. The soljers all seem to enjoy their smokin' so much. You know. Shorty, that I was always a reel good boy never smoked, nor chawed terbacker, nor cussed, nor done nothin' that was out o' the straight an' narrer way.
Klegg, "how kin you ever git along in them camps, and live the way them soljers do?" "You forgit," said her husband, with a touch of dignity, "that I druv team for a whole week in the Black Hawk war. I wanted to enlist, but I was too young. Then I turned out and drilled with the militia as long as there was any musters. I know a good deal more about war than you think."
I hoed corn, tatahs, garden onions, and hepped take cair de hosses, mules an oxen. Say I could hoe onions goin' backwards. Yessuh, I cud." "De first money I see wuz what I got frum sum soljers fo' sellin' dem a bucket of turtl' eggs. Dat wuz de day I run away to see sum Yankee steamboats filled with soljers." "Marse Dick, Marse Beckwith's son used to go fishin' with me.
I've always made it a pint 2 lend 2 the Lord for the benefit ov the heathen as much as my means would allow, but I begun 2 think that my missionary contribushions this year would beat what I was layin out on my family. After it got dark, me & Abe meandered down through the streets 2 the ferry. There wuzzent many people out, except soljers, & I've got 2 feel purty much at home with them.
Doggie turned over a stable bucket and sat down on it and lit a cigarette. "Glad to be back?" Chipmunk poised the cloth on which he had poured some brown dressing. "Not if I has to be worried with private soljers," he replied. "I came 'ere to get away from 'em." "What's wrong with private soldiers? They're good enough for you, aren't they?" asked Doggie with a laugh. "Naow," snarled Chipmunk.
"Go down there among them gorillas?" ejaculated Mrs. Klegg. "And John Morgan raiders," echoed Maria. "And Secesh soljers, butternut brigands, rebel rascals," added Tilda. "Well," answered Mr. Klegg, deliberately, "they've been peggin' away at Si for a good many months now, and they haven't killed him by a jug full. Guess I kin stand 'em for a few days.
The soljers 'll all lie down in the fence corners an' leave the road clear. I'll jest git up an' dust!" The sound of the bugles had scarcely died away when the pike was deserted, and on either side, as far as the eye could reach, the prostrate men that covered the ground mingled in a long fringe of blue. Si got up into the road and started along the lane between these lines of recumbent soldiers.
I'll jest take charge ov him myself. That's my dooty here," & he ketched hold ov Abraham Lincoln's collar. Abe, in his scare, put out his arms to ketch hold ov something, & throwed them around the big important man, & lifted him clean offen his feet. I never before realized how strong Abe wuz. The soljers gethered around, purty mad, and then laffin and yellin when they see the man in Abe's arms.
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