The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1889-08-01

mzny things 'tEasnit exactly 'cordin TO Hoyle.
Thea you al know that most Of the boys q
DO anything just 20 be contrary, and cause the
ire orders was agin il, and ] reckon j was
right smart that way myself Leastways i
couldn't count on my fingers the times l was
grnb-snatchin' when ! was Ord'ly.
= ] &lRns give private directions TO my squad.
81 sly work, understand, 20 let me know when
they was a-goin' to recuprate their provisions,
and ] ted the boys that il they went OF 'tbout
teiiin' me I'd put Bug Fletcher on EN- Bug
Fletcher bein' great big stTsppin' cnss who
was nlgus an frever 3 lickin' somebody, aud
Wbo was fghtin' drunk one half the time and
IN the gusrdhOuse t'Other. He'd fght any
thinR that would spuBk up, includin' the reb-
els, and at Resacs he was 50 drunk he wouldn't
stay IN the lines, bat jumped up an ran
fWards the Jchnnies. and was killed stone
dead fore be got 10 steps, pore fellow, shot
pium through the head. Yank Potts run out
and hauled him inside the lines, and We buried
him right there when we got time; but i was
back there next Spring, and i couldn't End his
grave 70 save my life.
We'll, long twards evenin' Of the 10th, a
fellow We called Cussy come 20 me-Cussy was
alWus into every bit of deviIment twas goin'
on, that's why we called him Cussy-Weil, he
come and quiet like says:
Andy, hash is tol'able low In our squad
aud the powders give out, SOS tive can't blast
the bareback anymore
as Where's youF bayonetsl' says I, sort o.
anilin', Tor knew what was up.
oh, bzyOuets WOnt last f'rever,' SAYS he,
'anc they don't seem 70 pen rate the buscuits
nohoW. ] and Sam Russell and Sam Powell
and 3ank Potts arc goin' on guard over bout
. quarter 20 the LEFT Of that big red barn yon-
der. and Ben Brown says he'll be there too.
Ben Brown said be saw five razor back hogs
there this moFnin';" and Cussy walked Of as
1L'ceut like as could be-
slipped away bout halfpast o'clock
that night found their picket soon enough,
and they was al ready and a-waitin' Cor me.
We cEayed cuts 70 see who had 70 stand guard,
and Sam Russell he draWed the fatal straw.
u I've struck cut imejitiy 10 find them hogs
TN wasn't any danger Of gettin' caught, there
wasn't any relief an the Corporal never came
aroun 70 the guard, and ] reckon we tramped
mighty nigh 10 miles a huntin' for the blame
critters zfore We give II up.
Bot we lowed we wouldn't 70 back 'thout
something. 50 We come back by house where
6Gm Powell said he kn0ged some chickens
Eocstedg sud course VIC Was bound and deter.
mined 10 have few. There was a board fence
bout six foot high 'rOUn' the house aud yard
boards set up an down and slick as glass, We
pried board OF with our bayOnets, slid inside
and made for the hen-hOuse. IL was locked
tight and fast, but We unlocked it-bayonet.
1eke rattlin' good keys s0metimes-and Cussy
NS.Pt's1 41pS ~
Cusgy was terrible slick hand stealth
chickens; he'd reach up as sly as a cat huntin
toF mouse, and clineh them wire fingers oil
biEB ar0un' the chickens neck and they didn't
give nary equaWk neither. Then he'd stick
their heads right In his mouth and bite them
fact, boys; be learnt that from fellow named
Cox; then he'd hold their wings till they quit
e-fiutterin', and pass 'em out 10 me, and I'd
hand EN- 70 Ben Brown, and he'd send 'esn on
y BAN Powell, and Sam d give 'em 10 Yanh
Potts. faDk was standin' right By the hole IN
the fence that we come in through
We got two apiece this way, ali EXCEPT
Cussy, aud, when he was KILN one for him
eeif his fingers bein' tired happened 10 slip. and
Ebe chicken let cut one squaWk loud enough q
Nake everybody inside Of three miles. Yanh
vanished through that fence as quick as greasef
lgitnin', and 'thOut maxim speck Of racket
Ban Powell disappeared 'mejilly afterWard bu
ne shook The fence consid'able as he wen
through, and the back door Of the house ieH
open, and fellow sung out:
my gunl' -''s4 -
just then Cussy stepped ont OF the hen
house a-saTryin' the varmint that had eiyer
the alarm. Ben Brown was irwin, 10 ri
throHgh The fence, but bein' pretty fnIl-size ant
also IN rush, he couldn't make II outsid,
somehow, aud OF course / had 10 wait till Ii,
got through. Cussy saw how twas, and so b,
Just throWed that dead hen at the Teller in ia,
door and yelled:
Go back In there with youl'
The chicken hit the feller ia his vest poclze
and doubled him all up. Then Cnssy spicd ,
spade a-ieanin' against the hen-house. so h,
grabbed il up and pinted it at the man IN thI
Ger and yelled: