The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1898-06-30

the tail pockets of his ragged CO.'S from his
| breast, from the crown of his ragged hSt
Well, SAID Shorty, as he got through.
you're regleT grogshop on wheels. All
/ you need Is 4 lot o loafers talkin' politics, q
| few pictures o racin' hoses and some cuz-
TONERS buried ia the village graveyard to NE
hrst-elas' baF-room. Turn around and git
| back to that ole woman o. your'n. or we'll
make YOU sjcker she is"
III and shorty marched around with the
second relief and then SIT down to talk over
the events OF the morning.
Il guess we've purity well settled the
whisky business for to-dry, at least, ~ said 81.
The Colonel can't complain of us i don't
think we'll have any m0Ie trouble. Seems
to me that there can't be no more whisky III
this part o Tennessee, from the quantity
we've Destroyed
Don't be too dinged sure % that said
Shorty. Whisky seems to brew as naturally
IN this country rs the rosin 20 run out o the
pine trees | never saw sich n country fur
likker. They have more stills in Tennessee
than blacksmith shops, All they work std
der"
81 looked down the road aud saw returning
wagon which had been sent ont in the
morning for forage 1t was we'll loalcd, and
the guards who were marching behind had
few chickens and other supplies that they had
gathered up.
Boys seem to be purity fresh after their
ramp said he, with the first thought of
soldier looking at marching men. They've
all got their guns at carry arms. l noticed
that Us they came over the hill"
p" Yes" answered Shorty, after a glance,
and they're hOldin' 'em up very stiff an
straight That gives me an idee. Les go
over there an take look at 'em."
Shorty had shifted at trick that he had
more than once played in getting the for
hidden beverage past the lynx-eyed sentry.
Don't you find it hard work to march at
rout-stcp with your guns at earry?" he
said insinuatingly No need o. dom that
shift, or arm s-at-will is the thing when you're
on the road"
"H-s-sh," said the leading file, with
Keep quiet. Shorty" he added in stage
whisper. well give you some It's all
right Well whack up fair"
No, it amt all right" said Shorty, with
properly offended official dignity. Don't
you dare offer to bride me, Buck Harper, when
I'm on duty. Hand me that gun this min
ute"
Harper shamefacedly handed over the
musket, still holding it carefully upright.
Shorty at once reversed it, and a stream of
whisky ran out upon the thirsty soil.
ST grasped the situation, and disarmed the
others with like result.
:. ought to put every one o. you in the
guardhouse for this. It's lucky thai the
Officer OF the Guard wasn't here He'd have
done it. There he comes now. Skip out
after the wagon, quick, before he gifts on to
you."
what next ?" sighed ST. ''Is the whole
world bent on bringin' whisky into this
camp? Haint they got none for the others?"
Sergeant Of the Guard, Post No. l."
rang out upon the hot air. ST walked over
again TO the entrance, and saw seeking adj
mission a tall, bony, woman, wearing dirty
and limp suubonnet and smoking a Corn
cob pipe. She was mounted on.a slab-sided
horse, with ribs like washboard. and carried
a basket on her arm covered with u coarse
cloth, none too clean.
Looks as if she'd bin picked before she
was ripe and got awfully warped in the dry
ing All the same she's loaded with whisky,
commented Shorty as the woman descended
from her saddle, and approached the sentry
with an air Of re<Olute demand.
You hant got no right to stop me, young
feller," she said. 81 come in hyar every day
an bring pies. Your Jinegul said l could,
an he wanted me to. His men want my
pies, an they do 'em good. Hits home
cookin,' an takes the taste o. the nasty camp |
vittels out o. their mouths, an makes 'em
healthy. You jest raise yer gun, an let me
go right in, or I'll tell yer Jinerul, an he'll |
make it warm fur We. I've got pass from
him."
Let me see your pass" said ST, stepping |
forward. The woman unlocked her llnsey
dress, fumbled around in the recesses, and
finally produced soiled and crumpled paper,
which, when Strengthened out read:
$ Mrs. Sophrouy Bolster has permission to
pass in and out of the camp of the 2OOth
Indiana Volunteer Infantry.
8 BY order of Col. Quacllenbush.
ID. L. Blakemore. Lieut & Adj't.
"What've you got in that basket ?" asked
81, still hesitating
Pies" she answered confidently. The
best pies you ever seed. Some OF 'em pun
kin; but the heft OF 'em dried apple, with
ots o. 'lasses in fur sweetenin'. Your mother
never baked better pies N them"
''To my mind" muttered Shorty, as he