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Updated: June 11, 2025
Just to finish off the afternoon too, and make the Corrugated gen'ral offices seem more like a fam'ly meetin' place, about four o'clock in blows Sister Marjorie from the shoppin' district, trailin' a friend with her; a stranger too. First off, from a hasty glimpse at the hard-boiled lid and the man's collar and the loose-fittin' top coat, I thought it was some chappy.
I scrambled out somehow, but he wouldn't 'a' cared if I'd ben drownded. He was an exception, though. The canalers was a rough set in gen'ral, but they averaged fer disposition 'bout like the ord'nary run o' folks; the' was mean ones an' clever ones; them that would put upon ye, an' them that would treat ye decent.
No, it don't hurt him; but he regyards sech demonstrations as insults. It's like my old pap says that time about the Yankees. My old pap is a colonel with Gen'ral Price, an' on this evenin' is engaged in leadin' one of the most intrepid retreats of the war.
From his couch in a solitary blanket the agnostic grunted. "Fetish," he observed quietly, "the warrior appealing to his oracle of Delphi like a savage to his moon. Passing gods of a passing generation...." "Yesh," Duquemin agreed sagely. "Passin' gen'ral rashon no rashon-hic-pore-Guernseys. Oonly wot people gi'...."
Aun' Suke," spoke up Zany, who had been listening for a moment, "doan yer know Chunk de boss ob de hull bizness? He des pickin' chickens now ter let de gen'ral res' a while. Bimeby he git on he hoss en lead de hull Linkum army wid yo' wooden spoon." Chunk started for her, but the fleet-footed girl was soon back in the dining-room. When the early dinner was almost ready Mr.
"Willis'll give two hunderd fer the sorr'l colt," said the incomer, whom John recognized as one of the loungers in the Eagle bar the night of his arrival. "E-um'm!" said David. "Was he speakin' of any pertic'ler colt, or sorril colts in gen'ral? I hain't got the only one the' is, I s'pose." Dick merely laughed.
Behind him the child in her tattered dress and bare brown legs stood still and threw out her arms to him in a last soft-voiced good-by. "Thank you, Gen'ral," called the Littlest Rebel, with the light of heaven in her eyes. "Thank you for Daddy and Colonel Morrison and me. You're another mighty good damn Yankee!"
Word's as good as his bond. Yes, sir, when the gen'ral gives his warrant, I don't care whether I see the critter or not. Know him much?" "He and my father were old friends, and I have known him a good many years," replied John, adding, "he has been very kind and friendly to me." "Set down, set down," said Mr. Harum, pointing to a chair.
"Speakin' gen'ral, thar's mebby two hundred mules in one of these gov'ment pack trains. An' in the lead, followed, waited on an' worshipped by the mules, is a aged gray mare. She don't pack nothin' but her virchoo an' a little bell, which last is hung 'round her neck. This old mare, with nothin' but her character an' that bell to encumber her, goes fa'rly flyin' light.
"Girty must be here, too, urging them on, although he's not likely to expose his own body much." "But he's a real gen'ral an' a pow'ful help to the Injuns," said Tom Ross. Clark's summons came again.
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