The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1892-12-22
Ut is hardly necessary, here to state that no
temperance men were on the picket-post.)
And now comes the SEQUEL

Ut is hardly necessary here to state that NJ
temperance men were on the picket-post.)
And now comes the sequel
The canteens were quietly distributed among
the comrades, and in less than 40 minutes
thereafter Capt. Sam MuIholland, in the most
| blissful innocence and ignorance, remarked
| that he had the most spirited, brave and daring
| soldiers in the brigade.
| Poor Cap! The sentence had scarcely died
ON his lips before the First Line Sergeant and
the Eighth Corporal were reaching for each
| other in regular John L. Sullivan fashion.
The ball thus opened soon grew to patriotic
dancing party Of considerable proportions,
In which the Captain took hand aud was
upset in n twinkling, but was too plucky to
remain an on-looker for even moment.
Taking in the situation at glance, the un-
dersigned, the primo cause of all this untoward
and unnilitarylike disturbance, was ordered
arrested and court-martiaed by Capt M. The
court sentenced me to 10 days extra duty with
the wagon train, to help pry the wagons out of
the mire on the mud-roads. l was sent with
out being guarded, TO the Wagon Master, and |
reported 10 my great surprise / found him
six foot, big headed, big hearted East Ten
nesseean. We were old ~ acquaintance in
10 minutes. although we had never seen each
other before. After an interchange of army
courtesies, / said: Pard. take my luggage, all
but my revolver and I'll furnish our mess
with all the sorghum and chickens we can use
till the term of my sentence expires"
Agreed - he said
We had travelled but short distance-about
one and one half mies-when ! sighted on
beautiful emnence but a short distance in our
advance and out about 100 yards from the
read, a very large, old fashioned two story log
house, with porch of the most primitive pattern,
and broad hall-ike opening crosswise of the
lower story.
About the house were many chickens, which
could be plainly seen from the road. My evil
genins at once took possession of me, and
yoked with the gaunt specter of starvation.
my mental makeup was reduced to but one
thought-chcken.
hitched my horse to the old sweeping gate,
drew my revolver, and rushed frantically up
the lane to the house. My revolver was
drawn only to be used in case of absolute mill
tary necessity, as there were very strict orders
against firing unless at Government enemy.
reached the house, singled out an old hen,
and started in hot pursuit. After about
three circuits around the house, she lodged
into hole made for the dog, and disappeared.
While the diversion on my part was in pro-
gress middle aged Southern lady, with muir
der in her eye and an old fash toned hickory
scrub broom in her hand, "give the writer a
turning over" such as he never had before nor
since AS l went down on my knees to look
under the house for the old hen, received
blow on my person where least expected it,
and which l have never since looked at
JOHN s. BRAYFIELD, Co. /, 65th Ind
+. S.-lf this is published it will be the first
article ever published in the NATIONAL from
the Goth Ind