Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1890-07-16

you lVer cOnS1dhored fWhat / Wud look
like wild me head shaved as well as my
chin? You bear that in your mind,
Dinah darlin'"
81 was throllied up six miles. all to
get shquint at that draf'. knew
twas a spring draf goln home for
there's no rig'mint hereabout, more's
the pity"
praise the Virgin ~ murmured
Dinah Shadd. But Mulvaney did not
hear.
"Whin was about three-quarters av
a mile off the rest camp, powtherin'
along fit to burst, hear the noise av
the men, an, on my sowl, sorr, cud
catch the voice av Peg Barney below
ing like bison wild the bellyache.
You remember Peg Barney that was in
d Comp'ny-a red, hairy scraun, wild
scar on his jaw? Peg Barney that
cleared out the Blue Lights Jubilee
meeting wild the cook room mop last
year?'
Thin | knew ut was draf' of the
ould rig'mint, an | was consumed
wild sorrow for the boy that was in
charge. We was hard scrapin's at any
time. Did / liver tell you how Horker
Kelley went into clink nalxid as Phmbus
Appollonius, wild the shirts av the
he was MOLD man! But Pm dis
gresshin. IT'S shame both to the
g'ments and the AIRY sendin' down
little Off Ger bhoys wild draf av strong
men mad wild liquor an the chanst av
gettin' shut av India, an niver a pun
ishment that's fit to be given right
down an away from cantonmints to the
dock 'Tis this nonsince. Whin l am
servln' my time I'm undher the arti-
cles av war, an can be whipped on the
peg for them. But whin I've served
my time I'm reserve man, an the ar
ticles av war haven't any hould on me.
An OFFICER can't do anythin to a time
expired savin' confnin him to bar
racks. It's wise rig'lation bekase
a time-expired does not have
any barricks, bein' on the move
all the time. IT'S Solomon av rig'la-
ton, is that. | wqd like to be intro
duced to the man who secreted ut. IT'S
easier to get colts from a Kibbereen
horse fair into Galway than to take
bad draf over ten miles av country
Consequently that rig'lation-for fear
that the men wud be hurt by the little
OFFICER bhoy. No matter. The nearer
my throlly came to the rest camp the
woilder was the shine, an the louder
was the voice av Peg Barney IT'S
good / am here" thinks | to myself, for
Peg alone is employment to two or
three. He bein' I we'll knew, as
copied as a dhrover.
"Faith that rest camp was sight
The tent ropes was all skew-nosed, an
the pegs looked as dhrunk as the men
fifty av thim-the scourin's, an rinsin's,
an divils LAWNS av the old reg'mint |
tell you, sorr, they were dhrunker than
any men you've ever seen in your NOR
tial life. How does draf' get dhrunk?
How does frog get fat? They suk ut
in through their shkins.
''There was Peg Barney sitin' on the
groun' in his shirt-wan shoe off an
wan shoe on-whackin' a tent peg over
the head wild his boot an singin' fit to
wake the dead Twas no cIane song
that be sung, though. Twas the Divil's
Mass"
What's that ~ asked.
"Whln bad egg is shut av the army,
he sings the Divil's Mass for good rid
dence; an that names swearin' an ivry-
thing from the commander-in-chief
down to the room Corp ril, such as you
niver in your days heard Some men
can swear SO as to make green turf
crack! Have you liver heard the Curse
in an Orange Lodge?' The 'Divil's
Mass is ten times worse, an Peg Barn
ey was singing ut, whackin' the tent-peg
on the head wild his boot for each man
that he cursed. A powerful big voice
had Peg Barney, an hard swearer he
was whin sober. / stood forninst him,
Peg was dhrunk as coot.
Good mornin', Peg [ SEE, whin he
drew breath after cursin' the Adj'tint-
Gen'rol; I've put on my best coat to
see you, Peg Barney, SEE I.
Thin take ut off again, seq Peg Bar
ney, latherin' away wild the boot; take
ut off an dance, We lousy civilian 2
ovid that he begins cursin; ould
Dhrumsticks, being so full he clane mis-
remembers the brigade-general an the
Judge adyokit-general.
''Do you not know me, Peg? sez I,
though me blood was hot in me wild be-
ing called civilian"
"An' him a decent married man ~
walled Dinah Shadd.
Il do not SEE Peg, but dhrunk or
sober I'll tear the hide off your back
wild a shovel whin I've stopped sing
I'M :; CO., 49,, - D.. p, .,
IT'S clear as mud you've forgotten me;
I'll assist your autobiography Wild
SIISAe OC1CUChOo " DaIhCy OOOo Oil
all, an whit into the camp. An awful
sight ut was!
Where's the Off Ger in charge av
the detachment?' seq / to Scrub Greene
the manest little worm that ever
walked.
There's no OFFICER, We ould cook seq
Scrub; ''we're a bloomin' republic
g Are you that?' SEE I; thin I'm
O'Connell the dictator an by this you
will larn to kape civil tongue in your
rag box
ovid that I stretched Scrub Greene
an whit to the officers tent. Twas a
new little bhov-not wan I'd never
seen before. He was sittin' in his tent
purtendin' not to ave ear ay the rack
ct.
II saluted-but for the life av me
mint to shake hands whin I whit in.
Twas the sword hangin' on the tent
pole changed my will"
Cant I help, sorr?' SEE l; "tis
strong mans job they've given you, an
you'll be wantin' help by shutdown
He was bhoy wild BOWLS, that child,