San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1896-01-07
THE COMEDY OF WAR.
By JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS.
copyright, 1895, by the Author.l
CHAPTER ].
ON THE UNION SIDE.

ON THE UNION SIDE.
Private O'Halloran, detailed for spe-
cial duty in advance of the picket line,
sat reclining against huge red oak.
Within reach lay rife of beautiful
workmanship. In one hand he held
blackened brier root pipe, gazing on it
with an air of mock regret. 1t had been
his companion ON many weary march
and on many lonely day, when. as
now, he was doing duty as sharpshoot-
er. But it was not much of compan-
ion now. 1t held the flavor, but not the
fragrance, of other days. 1t was empty,
and SO was O'Hallorans tobacco pouch.
It was nothing to grumble about, but
the big, laughing Irishman liked his
pipe, especially when it was full of to-
bacco. The words of an old song came
to him, and he hummed them to him
self:
There was an ould man, an he had wooden
leg,
An he had no terbacky. nor terbacky could he
beg;
There was another ould man, as keen as a fox,
An he always had terbacky in his ould terbac-
ky box.
SEE one ould man, "Will yez give me chewf"
SEE the other ould man: 'Ill be dommed eff
do.
Kape away from the ginmills an save up yer
rocks,
An yen always have terbacky in yer ould ter
backy box"
What with the singing and the far
away thoughts that accompanied the
song, Private O'Halloran failed to hear
footsteps approaching until they sound
ed quite near.
"Halt" he cried, seizing his rifle
and springing to his feet The new
conner wore the insignia of Federal
captain, seeing which O'Halloran low
cred his weapon and saluted. "Sure,
sor, ye're not to mind me capers. /
thought the inimy had me completely
surrounded-I did, upon me sowl"
'And l." said the captain, laughing,
Thought the Johnnies had caught me.
1t is a pleasant surprise. You are
O'Halloran of the sharpshooters have
heard of you-a gay singer and great
fighter.
"Sure it's not for me to say that
same. sings little bechwane times
for to kape up me sperits, an takes me
chances, right an lift. Ye're takin a
good many yourself, sor, so far away
from the picket line. If make no mis-
take, sor, it is Captain Somerville I'm
talkin to.
"That is my name, the captain said.
81 was touchin elbows wit We at
Gettysburg, sor. y
The captain looked at O'Halloran
again. "Why, certainly he exclaimed.
"You are the big fellow that lifted one
of the Johnnies over the stone wall. "
"By the slack of the trousers l am
that same, sor. He was nothin but bit
of lad, sor, but he fought right up to
the end of me nose. The men was jab-
bin at i'm wit their bay nets, so | SEE
to him, says l, Come in out of the in
clemency of the weather. says /, an
thin l lifted him over He made at me,
sor, when 1 put i'm down, an it took
two men for to lead i'm kindly to the
rear. 1t was a warm hour, sor."
As O'Halloran talked he kept his eyes
far afield.
"Sure, sor, (" he went on, ''you stand
too much in the open. They had one
muddlehead ON that post yesterday /;
they'll not put another there today,
sor." AS he said this the big Irishman
seized the captain by the arm and gave
him a sudden jerk. 1t was an uncere-
tnonious proceeding, but very timely
one, for the next moment the sapling
against which the captain had been
lightly leaning was shattered by ball
from the Confederate side.
IT'S an old friend of mine, sor,
said O'Halloran; az know i'm by his
handwritin. They had muddlehead
there yesterday, sor. I set in full sight
of i'm, an he blazed at me twice; the
last time I had me fist above me head,
an he grazed me knuckles. 'Bedad,
says I, 'ye're no good in yer place,
an when he showed his mug plugged
i'm where the nose says howdy to the
eyebrows. twas no hurt to i'm, sor; if
he seen the fash, twas as much"
To the left. in a little clearing. was