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"Captain Haller Major Twing," said Clayley, introducing me. "Happy to know you, Captain. Can you find seats there? No. Come up this way. Cudjo, boy! run over to Colonel Marshall's tent, and steal a couple of stools. Adge, twist the neck off that bottle. Where's the screw? Hang that screw! Where is it anyhow?" "Never mind the screw, Mage," cried the adjutant; "I've got a patent universal here."
"Well," said Twing, advancing to the side of the rebel, "look here then!" With a dexterous movement and a slight struggle from the boy, he lifted the hat. A half-dozen apples, a bird's nest, two birds' eggs, and a fluttering half-fledged bird fell from it.
Before she could either withdraw, or make herself known, the two men had entered the room, and were passing slowly through it. She understood at once that Twing had slipped out into a janitor's room in the rear, where he had evidently forced an interview and explanation from his interrupter, and now had been waiting for the audience to disperse before emerging by the front door.
She did not ask him to repeat it, nor did she again subject herself to this palpable serenade, but a few days afterwards, as she was idly striking the keys in the interval of a music lesson, one of her little pupils broke out, "Why, Mrs. Martin, if yo ain't a pickin' out that pow'ful pretty tune that Mr. Twing sings!"
They had long since made up their minds that they had seen the last of us; and it was quite amusing to witness these brave tirailleurs as they gathered around Lincoln and his comrades to hear the story of our adventures. In a few minutes our greetings were over. Twing moved on, taking with him his squadron of mounted men.
She's never asked me about myself, and now when she knows who and what I have been she'll loathe me!" "But look here, Jim," said the stranger anxiously. "I'll say it's all a lie. I'll come here and apologize to you afore HER, and say I took you for somebody else. I'll" "It's too late," said Twing moodily. "And what'll you do?" "Leave here." They had reached the door together. To Mrs.
The next moment we were upon its brink, and, wheeling sharply to the right, we trotted on as fast as the rocky road would allow us. "O heavens! Haller, we shall be too late. Gallop!" shouted Twing, as we pressed our horses side by side. The troop at the word sprang into a gallop.
El Plan, the bridge, the hamlet, the American camp with its thousand white pyramids, all burst upon us like a flash below, far below, lying like a map. We are still opposite El Telegrafo! "By heavens!" cried Twing, "our camp is empty!" A few figures only were visible, straggling among the tents: the teamster, the camp-guard, the invalid soldier. "Look! look!" I followed the direction indicated.
Yet there was the letter in Mr. Peaseley's hands from Barstow, introducing Mr. Charles Twing as the first assistant teacher in the Pine Clearing Free Academy! The three men looked hopelessly at each other. An air of fatigued righteousness and a desire to be spiritually at rest from other trials pervaded Mr. Peaseley.
The burnished howitzer flashed in the sunbeams, and we could discern the cannoniers standing by their posts. Bugles were braying and drums rolling. So near were they that we could distinguish the call. They were sounding the "long roll!" "Halt! Great Heaven!" cried Twing, jerking his horse upon its haunches; "we are riding into the enemy's camp!
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