San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-03-17

say any InlnS OUT i NeOuW! by uOlldIS,
we're chawed up!"
Don't you remember, general" says
Skerrett, "how Bunker Hill interrupted
the acting of a farce of his? Perhaps
Gates will make him pout his lip, as he
did when he saw you pointing the old
mortar Congress at him and Boston
from Prospect hill. Don't you recollect?
We saw him with spyglass, and you
said he looked like pelican with null
let in his pouch. By the way, where did
you ever see pelicans?'
when / was down to take Cuba in
sixty-two, and we didn't take it. I'll
tell you the story when feel brighter.
We were wrecked, and had not a thing
but pelicans to eat for two days-and
fishy grub they arer
well, we must not despair" says
Skerrett cheerily, seeing that the old
brave began to brighten.
"Dethpair?" lisped Putnam, who's
agoin to dethpair? | tell you, my boy,
you'll eat a Connecticut punkin pie with
me yet, in peace and Pomfret. | wish
we had one now for supper"
There's raw material enough about"
Skerrett said, glancing at the piles of
that pomaceous berry which wallowed
among the cornshocks and smiled at the
sugary sunset.
Yes; but this is York state, and pun
kin pies off their native Connecticut
soil are always a mushy mess, or else
tough as buckskin. Never mind, my
boy, we'll sit every man under his own
cornstalk, on his own squash and whis-
tie Yankee Doodle and call it macaroni
yet 1t don't look half so dark to me
now as it did in the Tconderogy times
Did ever tell you the story how the
Frenchmen and their cussed Indians
mauled me there?"
Its coming | knew it would"
thought Peter, at the beginning of this
sentence, land did not bring any cot
ton to plug my ears"
WELL" continued Put, without wait
ing for his companions answer, 81 shall
have to tell my tale another time, for
here comes my orderly with papers to
sign. You remember Sergeant Lincoln.
don't you, Skerrett?"
81 should not remember much in this
world, if he had not saved my life and
my memory for me Shall | tell you
my story, short? Scene Bunker Hill.
A British beggar with baggonet makes
point at Peter Skerretts rebel buttons
on his left breast. Rebel Sergeant Lin
coin twigs, describes circle with a
musket's butt. Scene u-Bunker Hill.
A British beggar on his back sees stars
and points upward with his baggonet at
those brass buttons on the blue sky. In
the distance two pairs of heels are seen
these" says Peter, lifting his own,
land yours, Sergeant Lincoln. And
that's what call model story"
me quid minis, certainly. Not a
word to spare, sir" said the sergeant,
taking Peters proffered hand.
He was a slender, quiet, elderly man.
Perhaps prematurely aged by care or
campaigning or wound, rather than
old. He handed his papers to the gen.
eral and withdrew.
81 guess I've got the only orderly in
the Continental army that can talk
Latin, said Put, proud as if this pos
session made Julius Caesar of himself
Lincoln must have been a school
master before he listed"
There's no flavor of birch about
him." Skerrett rejoined. Perhaps he
stepped out of a pulpit to take the
sword"
He don't handle the sword very
kindly. He's brave enough"
But not bloody" interjected Peter.
"No. There's men enough that can
squint along barrel and drop a redcoat
and sing out, 'Hooray! another bully
gonev-but not many like my orderly,
that can tell you why a redcoat has got
to be bully and why we're doing our
duty to God and man by a droppin on
'em. tell you, he in the ranks to keep
the mems sperits is with more than gen.
erals could name with big applettes
on their backs"
lis that the reason why he stays in
the ranks and does not ask for epau-
lettes?"
He might have had them long ago.
but he's shy of standing up for himself
| guess he's some time or other ben
wounded in his mind and all the impu-
dence has run out at the wownd."
Liberty, preserve me from such
phlebotomyY devoutly calculated Peter
But has the sergeant been with you all
this timer
with my division. But l did not
have him with me in Westchester.
stationed him here to look after the
stores and put recruits through the mo-
tions. Now, major, l must look at these
papers. Come to the council of war to-
morrow and give Us a good word. We