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Updated: June 18, 2025
Florence inquired, but Kitty Silver did not reply immediately. She breathed audibly, with a strange effect upon vasty outward portions of her, and then gave an incomparably dulcet imitation of her own voice, as she interpreted her use of it during the recent interview. 'Miss Julia, ma'am, I say 'Miss Julia, ma'am, my bizniss cookin' vittles, I say.
His men want my pies, an' they do 'em good. Hit's homecookin', an' takes the taste o' the nasty camp vittles out o' their mouths, an' makes 'em healthy. You jest raise yer gun, an' let me go right in, or I'll tell yer Jinerul, an' he'll make it warm fur yer. I've got a pass from him." "Let me see your pass," said Si, stepping forward.
"Well," he said, "I supposed I was goin' to set down same as I would at home, where we put the vittles on the table. W-wondered what I was goin' to eat wahn't nothin' but a piece of bread on the table. S-sat there and watched 'em nobody ate anything. Presently I found out that Binney's wife ran her house same as they run hotels.
I was dispinted. State arter State seseshed and it growed hotter and hotter for the undersined. Things came to a climbmacks in a small town in Alabamy, where I was premtorally ordered to haul down the Stars & Stripes. The Southern Eagle is screamin threwout this sunny land proudly and defiantly screamin, Sir!" "What's the matter with him?" sez I; "don't his vittles sit well on his stummick?"
Chunk was stealing away with his plunder through the shrubbery in the rear of the house, when he was suddenly confronted by Zany. "Hi! you niggah!" she whispered, "I'se cotch you now kyarin' off nuff vittles ter keep you a mont. You gwinter run away." "You wan ter run wid me?" asked Chunk, unabashed. "What you took me fer?" "Fer better er wuss, w'ite folks say.
And even the sand of the desert between Cheyenne and Denver, even that sand brought me fond remembrances of one who wuz sandy complected when in his prime. And oh! when did I not think of him? Christmas had gone by, but how could we celebrate it without a home to set up a Christmas tree, or set out a table with good Jonesville vittles.
Ole Marster steal? Huh! he 'ouldn't even tech a chicken dat 'uz roos'in in his own yard. But dese yer sodgers! Why, you cyarn tu'n yo' eye a splinter off de vittles fo' dey's done got 'em. Dey poke dey han's right spang in de fire en eat de ashes en all." He went off grumbling to lie down at a little distance, and Dan sat thoughtfully looking into the smouldering fire.
There was vittles, but they tasted so funny. And they kept inquirin' where I's goin' and who was with me. They was the uneasiest people you ever see. And nothing would do but I must sleep in the house. There was two rooms. I didn't see till I was in bed, that the only door I could get out of let into the room where the man and woman stayed."
On my way to luncheon I passed Dutch pushing a wheelbarrow containing a huge hamper. "It's vittles for the prisoner, sir," he remarked. "He's some feeder, that guy, and I guess the sooner we shake 'im th' better. He kicks on th' wine, sir. Says it's questionable vintage. When he gets tired readin' he pokes his head through the window and kids th' boys.
Said he, "Thank you, marm, kindly, but we soldiers rarely use tablecloths when we are eating our vittles." "Yes, but this gives you vittles to eat," said the old woman. "Whenever you put this over a table or on the ground and call out 'Be covered! the finest dinner you could eat at once comes upon it." "If that is so," said the corporal, "I'll take it and thank you kindly."
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