The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1890-07-27

dhrink. me son. ser Peg Barney. stagger-
in where he s'ud. Ne little orf'cer bhoy
you're a eulky swine. you are ser
Peg Barney, an at that the men in the
tent began TO laugh.
He cut Peg Barney IS near a. might be on
the OF that I'd squshed whin we first met.
Peg went spinnin' acrost the tent.
Peg him out, sorr. seq l. in whishper.
Peg him outp seq the orf'cer bhoy, up
loud. just as If twas battalion p'rade an
he picKin' his wurrds from the sargint.
1.-THE non-coms tux Peg Barney-a
howlin' handful he was--an' in three min
uts be was pegged out--chin down. tight
dhrawn--on his stummick, q peg to each
arm an leg, swearin' fit to turn . naygur
white.
II TUX peg an damned ut into his ugly
jaw. Bite on that, Peg Barney l SEE;
The night Is sett n frosty an you'll be
wantin' divarsion before the mornin'. But
for the rig'ations you'd be bitin' on bull
let now at the thriangles, Peg Barney
SEE I.
IAN the draf' was ont av their tents
waschin' Barney bein' pegged.
IT'S agin the rigaations. He strook
himlp screeches out Scrub Greene, who
was ALWAYS lawyer; an some of the men
tux up the shoutin'.
Peg out that mani seq my OFFICER
bhoy, niver losin' his timper; an the nom
CONS whit in and pegged out Scrub Greene
by the side of Peg Barney.
Il cud see that the draf' was comm
roun'. The men stud not known fwhat
to do.
''Get to your tents = seq me OFFICER bhoy.
'sargint, put sinrry over these two
men,
The men whit back into the tents like
Jackais. an the rest av the night there was
no noise at all except the slip av the sintry
over the two. an Scrub Greene bIubeerin'
like a child. Twas a chilly night, an
faith, ut sobered Peg Barney.
Just before vely. my orf'cer bhoy,
comes out an seq, Loose those men and
send thin to their tenfsI Scrub Greene
whit away without q word, but Peg Bar
ney. stiff with the cowid, stud like q 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, and diyii q wurrd
about 'illegality' could hear.
Il whit to the ould Color Sargint and I
seq: Let me die in. glory SEE I. I've
seen man this day.
IA man he is says ould Hother; the
down to the sea like lambs. That bhoy
has the bowels av cantonmint av
Gin'rais.'
"'Amin. SEE 7. AN good luck go wild
him. wherever he be, by land or BY sea-
Let me know how the draf' gets clear
An do you know how they did? Tha
bhoy, SO l was tould by letter from Bonn
bay buiiydamned 'em down to the dock,
till they couldn't call their sowls their own.
From the time they left me OF till they was
tween decks, not wan av thin was more
than dacintly dhrunk. An by the Holy
Articles av War. whin they whit aboard they
cheered him till they cudn't spake; and
that, mark you, has not come about wild
draf' in the mim'ry av Twin mani You
look to that little ori'cer bhoy. He has
bowls. IT'S not ivry child that wud chuck
the Riglations to Flanders an stretch Peg
Barney on wink from Drokin an dilap-
idated ould carkiss like meself I'd be
proud to serve"
Terence. you're civilian" said Dinah
Shadd, warningly.
$50 am-so I am. Is it likely wud
forgit ut? But he was gram bhoy all the
same, an I'm only a mudtipper wild a hod
on my shoulders. The whisky's in the
heel av your hand, sorr. Wild your good
lave we'll dhrink to the ould rig'mint-
three fngers-standin' upp'
And we drank.
-RUDYARD KIPLINe.