Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1872-08-15

army, vowed that he would blow the sol
dier's brains out With this he brought
the piece to a cock, and glanced along
the barrel. The Sergeant begged for his
life, and the Virginian swore he would
take it.
The Virginian finally thought of a
compromise, and with look half be-
tween amaZement and rage told the Ser
geant he must eat that raw crow In
vain the other protested; the Virginian
insisted on the price of his adversary's
life. So the Sergeant pulled off feathers
and began to gag and eat.
How do you like crow ?" Kissed the
Virginian, through his teeth.
The only answer the other gave was to
beg to be let off He was sorry he had
shot the crow; didn't know that it was
tame one. and he wouldn't do such
thing again. Finally the old man took
the gun from its aim, and told the Ser
geant he needn't eat any more. His heart
full of Joy, the soldier threw the bird upon
the ground, and said
'Well, kin eat crow, but l don't like
it,"
The story might stop here if it was
only to show the origin of the phrase,
but the rest of it is the best.
CHAPTER II.
The old Virginian, after surveying his
dead pet for an instant in a sorrowful
manner, returned the gun and started for
his mansion. The other quickly brought
his piece to his shoulder, and called out ::
"Hold on there, Mister"
"What do you want ?" asked the other,
as he turned and beheld a "bead" drawn
on him.
"Td like to have you eat the rest of
this crow"
The old man fumed and swore, and
tore about in a frantic manner, saying
he'd be cursed if he would, and that he
didn't want eny of the young mans
jokes. The cooking of the gun, and the
assurance on the part of the soldier that
he would certainly put ball through the
old mans shoulder unless he complied
with the demand, induced the Virginian
to retrace his steps. "Now," said the
Sergeant, l want you to eat the rest of
that crow, and no nonsense"
A punch of the rifle on the shoulder of
the old man reused him to a quick sense
of his position, and picking up the crow
he endeavored to bite it. He grew pale,
| the perspirauon stood upon his face he
trembled like terrier, his mouth water
ed, his eyes filled, he gagged, and it
seemed physical impossibilitv for him
to touch the crow. The Sergeant, how
ever compelled him to take bite, and it
was the only one he did take. for his
breakfast came up so rapidly to protest
against crow that the soldier relenred and
| told him to "git" and never to trouble
| a Bucktail again.
Here would seem to be another proper
place to end this story, but there is still
another chapter.
CHAPTER III.
| The next day, the old Virginian, smart
ing under the indignities he had suffered,
in not only having his pet crow killed, but
being compelled to eat a portion of it,
went to the headquarters of the Buck
tails and made complaint to the Colonel
against the big Sergeant. The Colonel at
once sent an orderly for Sergeant Smith,
rightly supposing he must be the person
referred to. He obeyed the summons at
| once. He pushed the door of the tent
| aside and entered the presence Snap
ping his heels together and standing erect
in the position of attention." he brought
his right hand quickly to the visor of his
military cap and gave the customary
salute to his Colonel
Sergeant" said the commander very
gravely, do you know that gentleman"
pointing to the old Virginian.
Eyes, sir" promptly answered the
other.
''How did you become acquainted with
! him. Sergtant?"
I'VE dined together yesterday, SIR"
promptly answered the culprit
Tue roar of laughter which followed
this reply need not be described, nor the
manner in which the old Virginian Joined
The Sergeant was sent back to his quar-
tiers, and the interview between the old
ariStOcrat and the Colonel was ended bV