Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1893-05-29


'Murther, says she. Old got between
the moon.
"'Let me 60 says she. You're unda-
cent says She 1 can't luck at ye.'
Me dear ladhy, says Oh in me softest
accents, it's stharvin Oh am fur q taste
O mate. Dim gintleman from the ar
thillery, an plase don't judge me by me
Clothes says Oh.
"But the more pleaded the more she
screamed, an that brought her old father
to the dure.
"'Good avenin,' says Oh. Dim just
askin for somethin to ate, boss, an the
ladhy is taliin EXCEPTIONS to me raiment.
Go on says he. 'Thee's tramp
Go on yersilf,' says Oh. Dim es-
capped widout me Clothes
From lunatic asylum? says he.
"'Oi may look it, says Oh. Dim es-
capped from the ribbel guard wild niver a
bite-since mornin.'
"'Thee's Yankee, then, says he.
"'Oi am, says Oi, from County Clare.
Oi was took afther havin foive horses
shot undher me rethraitin into Gettys-
burg the day before yesterday noon. Me
guard let me in swimmin in the river,
takin me clothes in parole av me, an Oh
cut sthicks in me skin. Yez might be
acquainted wild the male sack Oi have to
me shirt, says Oi. 'Oi tnck it from the
shape shed in the plowed field beyant to
cover me nakedness wid.'
"'What's thy regiment says he.
tJDoftbart, n M hn y,,.iIa Of
the First corps
"'Come in,' says he. 'Thee'n git the
best in the house. an wild that he fell to
shakin hands wild me. Hold on says
he. The good woman nd be havin a fit
at sight of thee, an small blame to her.
Go around to the barn. says he. and
Oi'll bring thee dacent raiment.'
Dim man of pace says he whin
he came out wild the lantern. I've laid
me two sons ON the altar of me country,
says he, but Pm sore tempted to go out
wild thee and smite the Gibeonites. And
now thee may get up in the buggy and
put on these garments
HE was about two sizes bigger nor
the quartermaster there, an his heart was
as big as his body, for he'd brought me
his Sunday clothes. Ye shud "a seen me
whin Oi come down out o that buggyl
A shad belly coat O the color O snuff,
wild de tails swapin the ground, wild
hucks an eyes for buttons. lie was a
kind O Quaker they calls Drunkard.
The breeches was peg tops-barn door
b-r-r-r-r-r whoop-la-big enough to go
twise round me and long enough to turn
up to me pockets.
'Thee's not improved so much as thee
might be, says Mr.. Quaker.
They'll fit me betther afther Olive
had something to ate,' says Oi.
THAT night was the first time in two
years Old shlept in bed, an betune the
bed and me tiredness Oi shlept on till
near noon the next day. 1t was the
Fourth av July, an the old man had the
good news for me.
Praise the Lord and Gideon says
he. 'Gineral Meade has won a great vic
tory. But thee'll be grieved to hear of
the thousands and thousands of the
Lords anointed that are slain, says he.
AN small care for the loss of the hathen
that wint out to give us BATTLE says he.
wild a wink.
But there's sore throuble in the
house., says he Here's Leah, the wife
of my son, who druv out from Gettys-
burg last Lords day week, and her
little vans, barrin the babby, in the
midst o the battle these three days, and
Ezra in the ranks, the Lord preserve him.
She's bound to go home av she walks, and
Oh must tell thee the Gibeonites are en-
camped five miles up the turnpike, with
fresh rifle pits dug in front o. them