The Evening dispatch. [volume] (Provo, City, Utah) 1891-1895, 1894-10-27
HICKEN AND HONE1.
A FoRAGlNG EXPEDITION OF oNs
MAN IN THE WINTER OF 1863.

Uncle Joe, Who Was "Cap'n" Then, Like6
His Chicken Done Brown.
"'It was a wrstched night back in
1885," said Uncle Joe.
Uncle Joe's stories of the war were
things to be looked forward to and re,
menbered. TIe had served during the
entire four years as commissioned off
Ger and knew whereof he spoke, having
an excellent memory and an inimitablS
humorous way of telling the adventures
of himself and his men.
1T was in Missouri in the winter Of
1868 on cold raw night that l, the Off
Ger of the day, prepared about midnight
to make, with half dozen of the guard,
what is called the grand round, or,
more plainly speaking, the visiting OF
the soldiers doing picket duty at their
different posts. We were on short "a
tons, and every man Of Us, officer or
private longed for good, square meal
to brace him up against the raw, damp
GOODNESS Of the night. AS was about
to spring into my saddle low voice at
my shoulder said:
"'Cap'n, how would supper of chick.
en- and honey faster
81 swung hastily around and beheld
the speaker. He was fellow called
Lang, enc Of our most valuable spies.
and in some respects a mighty clever
fellow, but in-oh, well, I'll let it,gc
by saying that ais moral nature had
never been overdeveloped. he was 3
short, thickset man, with tWinkling
black eyes and otherwise the most thor.
oughly impressive face / ever looked
into. 1t was said Of him that he would
slip into the butternut suit of the rebel
and make himself much at home in
Lees army He was hail fellow well
met with all the men and came back t.
the Union lines possessed of the most
Invaluable information. He had expe
Eienced thrilling adventures and was >
man of intrepid courage.
" 'Cap'n, he repeated as he stood be-
side me that cold night, how woGlG >
supper of chicken and honey taste?
/" Excel lent, Lang, excellent, re-
piled, thinking of our limited supply
of smoked reat and hard tack. Have
you some?
Z" No, Out might get some, reckon,
II l looked round bit, he drawled, laz-
ely kicking up clay with the toe of his
boot. l saw Immediately that he meant
to go out of camp, find a farmhouse and |
help him elf. Such things are not I'M
heard otBh the army.
q Nonsense, Lang said L 'You
you'd be killed sure if you went. The
pickets are on extra sharp lookout to |
night, and it's altogether too dangerous
You would never come back alive,
with that sprang into my saddle !
and rode away, followed by my men.
eve were gone two or three hourA
making the rounds of the pickets, and |
e more miserable ride had seldom tax
en-. was chilled to the bone and hun
cry and my men likewise As l rode
back toward camp the glow of bonfire
in a remote corner caught my eye and |
I Immediately turned my weary horse
toward it Before the cracking heap |
= eat Lang, calmly frying chicken, while
at his side reposed hive of honey. Bs |
looked up and smiled grimly.
- 'Supper's most ready, cap'n, be
said, touching his apology for a cap |
Make yourselves to home, gentlemen,
" Lang said sternly, didn't tel |
you not to go?'
g mo, cap'n, he replied as he con,
einued to cut up the plump fowl in HE |
hand; 'you didn't say couldn't go. al
though, If 1 remember correctly. yea
didn't exactly advise it on the score of |
its being dangerous, but a man what's
led the life have amt goin to let a
little thing like that stop him when
he's hungry, and he held toward me
the plump leg Of chicken nicely |
Drowned.
Lang, said I, tell me how You
did it,
No very great matter, he replied
proceeding with his culinary art. When |
you'd gone, l walks along quiet to the
outpost and finds picket walkin up |
and down like he owned the earth, so ] |
hops down on my stomach alongside
fence Bein dark night as it is, Mr.
Picket comes along and dom t suspect |
that fence so of much as harborin q
mouse Minute he gets half rod away
over that fence 1 goes lightninlike
and takes scoot into some woods close |
BY and then goes about my business.
"'Go on, said l, with my mouth full |
Of chicken and honey.
LANG continued: You see, / know |
this country mighty well, so ! makes
tracks for farmhouse close by where |
they keeps plenty Of chickens. When / |
opens the gate to 60 in, along comes a
dog Well, cap'n, that's the only dog ] |
ever met with that I couldn' t either |
scare or make friends with. Nc, sir, |
that dog wouldn't take no stock in |
bluffs so / whips out my revolver and |
lays him out. At that up goes win.
dow, and man begins to yell to find |
out who's there. PUT your head inside |
that window and keep it there or I'll |
knock it off for you, " says l. Now |
Jim," 1 continues you just watch |
shat window, and if the fellow sticlla |
mis- head out dom wait to be ceremo- |
uioaslike, but just fire. I'm goin to
get some chicken and honey" Course
tI.ere wasn't no Jim along, but that
fellow in the house had to be kept out
of the way; 90, being dark night,
5usE bluffed him about there being more
than Just me around. You bet he keeps
his head inside, and goes to the chick
en- house and helps myself to some plump
young dodgers, and takin beehive
on the other shoulder makes tracks for
the camp the way come.
Have a piece Of the breast, cap'n
That's done particular brown, the way
Fou like il Chicago Post
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