Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1890-07-19


rape in the place before nightfall!
They say they're comm down here to
wake us up What will we do wild our
women folks|
''Fetch my throlly' SEE I; my hearts
sick in my ribs for wink at anything
wild the Quane's uniform on ut. Fetch
my throlly, an six of the jildiest men,
and run me up in shtyle.'
"He TUX his best coat" said Dinah
Shadd reproachfully.
"'Twas to do honor to the WILDLY. /
cud ha' done no less, Dinah Shadd.
| You and your disgresshins interfere
| wild the coOrse ay the narrative. Have
you liver considered fwhat [ wud look
like wild me head shaved as we'll 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 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 I was about three-quarters av
a mile off the rest camp, powtherin'
along fit to burst, l hear the noise av
the men, an, on my sowl, sorr, [ cud
catch the voice av Peg Barney below
ing like a bison wild the bellyache.
You remember Peg Barney that was in
ID 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?'
chin | knew ut was draf of the
ould rigmint, 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 nakid as Phebus
Appollonius, wild the shirts av the
Corr an file undher his arrum? An
he was mold man ! But I'm dis
gresshin'. IT'S a shame both to the
rig ments and the AIRY sendin' down
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 TITS this nonsince. Whin | am
servin' my time Pm 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 time
expired savin' confnin' him to bar
racks. Ills a wise rig'lation bekase
time-expired does not have
any barricks, bein' on the move
all the time. "Tis a Solomon av a rig'la-
ton, is that. l wud 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 riglation--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. cts
good ! lam here" thinks | to myself, for
Peg alone is employment to two or
three He bein' [ we'll knew, as
copied as dhrover.
Gath that rest camp was a sight
The tent ropes was all skewnosed, an
the pegs looked as dhrunk as the men
fifty av thim-the scourin's, an rinsin's,
an divil's LAWNS av the old eg'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' tent peg over
the head wild his boot an singin' fit to
wake the dead. Twas no clane song
that he sung, though. Twas the Divil's
Mass"
"Whau's that ?" I asked
"Whin bad egg is shut av the army,
he sings the Divils 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 'Divils
Mass is ten times worse, an Peg Barn
ely 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,
an twas not me OF alone that cud tell
Peg was dhrunk as a coot.
Good mornin', Peg | seq, whin he
drew breath after cursin' the Adj'tint-
GEN ol; I've put on my best coat to
see you, Peg Barney, seq |.
"'Thin take ut off again, sez Peg Bar
ney, latherin away wild the boot; take
ut off an dance, we lousy civilian
ovid that he begins cursin' ould
Dhrumsticks, being SO full he clane mis-
remembers the brigade-general an the
judge advokit-general
"'Do you not know me, Peg?' SEE /,
though me blood was hot in me wild be-
ing called civilian"
can him decent married man -
walled Dinah Shadd.