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Updated: June 12, 2025
The sentinels of the two armies were within speaking distance of one another, and often in the dark, as happened after many another battle in this war, Yank and Reb passed a friendly word or two. They met, too, on the field, where they carried away their dead and wounded, but on such errands there was always peace. Those hours of the night were precious, but Fremont did not use them.
Failing this, he spluttered into rapid-fire speech. "Ah'm not a conch!" he rasped, his voice sounding as rusty as an unused hinge. "Ah'm a Caesar, yo' dirty Yank! Tuhn me loose, yo'! Ah ain't hurt nuthin'." "How did you get in here?" bellowed Milo, advancing threateningly on the youth, and swinging aloft one of his hamlike fists. The intruder stiffened into silence and stolid rigidity.
"But hang it!" cried Johnny, "here's more gold than a hundred men could begin to handle, and we're wasting more than half our resources." "It do seem so," agreed Yank with his accustomed slow philosophy. "But we can put in longer hours because we rest oftener." A week passed, and we had almost forgotten our chance visitors.
I'm boss in this shop, but I can't do the first thing, unless every man pulls his pound. Now, then, my hand is on the throttle, grease the wheels, oil the walves, poke the fires, hook on, and let's yank her through with a will!" At this figure the meeting showed a tendency to cheer. "Silence!" Perry sternly suggested. "Silence!" repeated the Chair.
"I fancy they have emptied most of them," the general said grimly. "Where do you come from, lad?" "I comes from over there," Vincent said, jerking his thumb back. "I lives there with mother. Father and the other boys they have gone fighting Yanks; but they wouldn't take me with them 'cause I aint sharp in my wits, though I tells them I could shoot a Yank as well as they could if they showed me."
On the outside of this Stockade was a platform, built for the guards to walk on, sufficiently clear the top to allow them to look inside with ease, and on this side, on the platform, were three guards. I had traveled about fifty feet only, from the gate office, when I heard the command to "Halt!" I did so, of course. "Where are you going, you d -d Yank?" said the guard.
It was a sort of preliminary sentence. Later on, there would come a summons to appear at the "office." Mr. Bingle sat on his stool, his feet hooked rigidly in the stretchers as if prepared to resist any effort to yank him out of the place he had held for fifteen years, and all the while he was listening for the voice of the messenger at his shoulder, ordering him to step into Mr. Force's room.
I fairly ached behind the ears trying to look sufficiently alert and bland and intelligent. Yank sat stolid, chewed tobacco and spat out of the window, which also went far toward stampeding me. Talbot and Johnny, however, seemed right at home.
"Who are you?" he asked; "you look like a Yank." "Yes, sir," said I, "I am called by that name since I was captured in the Federal Army." "Well, what are you doing here, and what is your name?" I told him. "Why didn't you answer to your name when it was called at the gate yesterday, sir?" "I never heard anyone call my name." Where were you?" "I ran away down into the swamp."
"He tried to yank her off an' she biffed him," replied Wilson. "That Riggs is jest daffy or plain locoed," said Snake, in an aside to Moze. "Boss, you mean plain cussed. Mark my words, he'll hoodoo this outfit. Jim was figgerin' correct." "Hoodoo " cursed Anson, under his breath. Many hands made quick work.
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