Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1890-07-16
before the night. Are you marchin'

Better still, Sez L; Inere Ii DE Dig
throuble'
g Can't be too hard on home draf', ;
SEE he; the great thing is to get them
in ship
Faith you've larnt the half av your
lesson, sor, seq [, but av you shtick to
the Citations you'll niver get thin in
ship at all, at all. Or there won't be a
rag of kit bethune thin whin you do.
"'Twas dear little orfcer bhoy, an
by way av kapin' his heart up [ tould
him fwhat | saw WanSt in q draf' in
Egypt .,
"Sivin an fifty men sittin' on the
squidgereen av an Off Ger that they'd
made wade into slush an pitch the
things out ave the boats for their Lord
High Mightinesses. That made me
orfcer bhoy woild wild indignation.
Soft an easy, sorr,' SEE [; you've
niver had your draf in hand since you
left cantonmints. Wait till the night
an your work will be ready to you.
Wild your permission, sorr, j will inves-
tigate the camp an talk to my ould
frinds. Ills no manner av use thryin'
to sthop the divilment now
ovid that I wint out into the camp
an INTRODUCED mysilf to ivry man So
Der enough to remember me- | was
some wan in the ould days, an the
bhoys were glad to see neal except
Peg Barney, wild a eye like tomato
five days in the bazaar, an a nose to cor
respon'. They come round me an
shuk me, an tould thin | was in priv
it employ, wild am income av me own
an DRAWN room fit to bate the
l11o1 ,fl5o n
shtories an nonsinse gin rally, kept
knockin' roun' the camp. Twas bad
even thin whin | was the Angil av
Peace.
II talked to me ould non-coms-they
was sober-an bethune me an thin we
wore the draf over into their tents at
the proper time. The little OFFICER
bhoy he comes round, decint an civil
spoken as he might be.
Rough quarters, men, SEE he, but
you can't look to be as comfortable as
in barricks. We must make the best av
things. I've shut my eyes to a dale av
dogs trick to-day, an now there must
be no more av Ut
No more we will. Come an have a
drink, me son. SEE Peg Barney, stag
germ where he stud Me little Off Ger
bhOy KEEP his timper.
You're sulky swine, you are, sez
Peg Barney, an at that the men in the
tent began to laugh.
81 tould you me OFFICER bhoy had
BOWLS. He cut Peg Barney as near as
might be on the OF that I'd squshed
whin we first met. Peg went spinning
acrost the tent.
g Peg him out, sorr, seq l, in
whishper.
Peg him out 2 seq me OFFICER bhoy,
up loud, just as if twas battalion p'rade
an he pickin' his wurrds from the Sar-
gint,
''The non-coms TUX Peg Barney-a
howlin' handful he was-an' in three
minuts he was pegged out-chin down,
tight drawn-on his stummick, a peg to
each arm an leg, swearin' fit to turn a
naygur white.
81 TUX peg an jammed ut into his
ugly jaw Bite on that, Peg Barney /
seq; the night is settin frosty, an
you'll be wantin' divarsion before the
mornin'. But for the rig 'lations you'd
be bitin' on bullet now at the thri-
angles, Peg Barney" seq /, watchin'
Barney bein' pegged.
'Tis agin the right riglations. He
strook him = screaches out Scrub
some Of the men tux up the shoutin
Peg out that n?' seq my orfce
bhoy, niver losin' his timper; an the
non-coms whit in and pegged out
Scrubb Greene by the side av Peg Bar
ney.
81 cud see that the draf' was comm
roun'. The men stud not KNOWN
fhwat to do.
:" Get to your tents!' SEE me OFFICER
bhoy. 'Sargint, put sintry over these
two men,
''The men whit back into the tents
like iackals, an the rest av the night
there was no noise EXCEPT the slip av
the sintry over the two, an Scrub
Greene blubberin' like child.
Twas a chilly night, an faithful So
bered Peg Barney.
Gust before Revelly, my OFFICER
bhoy, comes out an SEE, Loose those
men and send thin to their tents
Scrub Greene wint away without
word, but Peg Barney, stiff wild the
cowld, stud like a sheep, thryin' to
make his OFFICER understand he was
sorry for playin' the goat.
"There was no tucker in the draf'
whin ut fell in for the march, an divil a
wurrd about illegally cud | hear.
Win W ClIC OIO COIOl cdISluU t1lo l.
seq: Let me die in glory, SEE I. I've
seen a man this day.
q A man he is, SEE ould Hother; the
drafts as sick as a herrin' They'll
all go down to the sea like lambs. That
bhoy has the BOWLS av cantonmint av
gin RAILS.
Amin, SEE I, an good luck go wild
him, wheriver he be, by land or by sea;
Let me know how the draf gets clear
can do you know how they did?
That bhoy, SO l was tould by letter from
Bombay, bullydamned 'em down to
the dock, till they cudn't call their
sowls their own; From the TIME they
left me OF till they was tween decks,
not one av thin was more than dacintly
drunk. An by the holy articles av
war, whin they wint aboord they
cheered him till they cudn't spake;
and that, mark you, has not come about
wild draf in the mim'ry av livin' man
You look to that little OFFICER bhoy.
He has BOWLS. TITS not ivry child that
wud chuck the rig'lations to Flanders
an stretch Peg Barney on wink from
brokin an dilapidated ould carkiss like
mesilf I'd be proud to serve