The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1898-06-30
NATIONAL TRIBUNE: WASHINGTON D. c. THURSDAY

II OhCDAI JON NJ 0U, 1910.
that clam-shell o. your'n an stop interior
ing with your officers
II and Shorty went outside the lines to the
clump of willows, but they were not quick
enough to catch Groundhon the teanster
and the civilian whom our readers will re
member rs having his head shaved an tn,
camp Mt Murfrecsboro some weeks before
They found, however, Il jug OF new ana
particularly rasping apple-iack There wa!
INST an instant of wavernr in Shorty.
hrmness when he uncorked the Jug and
smeiled its contents. He lifted it to his lips
to further confirm its character aud :
trembled, for he saw the longing i'll hi:
partners eyes The latter's hand shook
little as the first few drops touched hi,
tongue, but with the look OF Il hero he turned
and smashed the jug on a stone
You're solid, Shorty" said 81.
Yes, but it was an awful wrench. Lc';
git away from the smell o. the stuff. y
answered Shorty "rm afraid it'll be to-
much for me yit.n
HCorpor"l Of the Guarl, Post No -
Sergeant of the GuarI, Post No. |, -
came down the lire OF sentries ~ the two
boys were sauntering bac,, into CAMP
Something's happeni over there at the
gate, y" said ST, and the, quickcned the;r
steps in the direction OF tie main entrance
to the camp.
They found there q lall,, Iong-haircd.
ragged Tennes5ean, with tattered hat OF
white wool on his head. His scanty whskers
! were Weather-beaten, he had lost most of his
front teeth, and as he talked he spattered
everything around with tobacco-iuice. He
rode on blind raw-bone horse, which, with
a detected, broken down mule, was attached
| by ropes, fragments OF straps, withes, and
| pawpaW bark to 4 shackly wagon
III the latter were some strings of dried
! apples, pile of ere cents OF dried pump
klnS, sack OF meal, a few hands of tobacco,
and jug Of buttermilk.
want go inter the camps an sell a
leetle jag o. truck" the native explained
as ne drenched the surrounding weeds with
tobaccoJuice. My ole woman's powerful
SICK an ailin', an / need some money
awfuiiy t git her some quinine. YARDS
don, seem Z do her no. sort o. good. She
must nave some Yankee guinnc, and she's
nign dead fur some Yankee coffee. This
wars monty hard on POI people Hits Jest
KILN 'em by inches by takin' away their
coffee an gulnine. I'm a Union man, an
alters have bin.''
You haint got any whisky in that wagon,
have you?" asked ST.
20, Lord, no; nary mite. You don't
think I'd try T. take whisky into camp, do
you? Pm not sici bad man asthat Be-
Sides wizard git whisky? The wars broke
up all the 'stilleries in the country What
the COnfedrits didn't burn you'ns did I've
bin sufferin' for months fur dram o. whisky,
an as far my ole woman, she's nearly died
That's the reason the YARDS don't do her no
good. She can't get 10 whisky to soak 'em
in"
He's entirely too laxative about the
wickedness o bringin' whisky into camp"
whispered Shorty. He's bin there before
He's an old hand at the business"
Sure you've got no whisky" said ST.
Sartin, gentlemen; slrch my wagon, if
you don't take my word. | only wish |
knowel whar thar WIZ some whisky. I'd
walk 20 miles in the rain t. git one little
flask fur my ole woman and myself ! tell
you, thar haint drap t. be found in the hull
Duck River Valley. 'Stlleres all burnt /
tell you" And in the carnestness of his
protestations he sprayed his team himself.
and the neighborin2 weeds with liquid
tobacco.
ST stepped back and carefully searched the
NdSoli, opening the meal SICK, uncOrklDS the
,buttermilk jug, and turning over the dried
apples, pumpkins, and tobacco. There Ger.
tainis was no whisky there.
Shorty stood leaning on his musket and
looking at the man. He was pretty sure
that-tfe fellow had had previous experience
ia running whisky into camp, and was up
to the tricks of the trade Instead of
saddle the man had under him an old calico
quilt, whose original gaudy colors were
sadly dmmed by the sun. rain, and dirt.
Shorty stepped forward and lifted one corner
His suspicious were right. 1t had an under
pocket, in which was flat, half-pnt fasl,
with a cob stopper, and filled with apple
jack so new that it was as co.oFless as water
= WIZ jest bringin' that ere in fur you,
Capting," said the Tenneseean, with a pro-
found wink and an unabashed countenanca.
Stick hit in your pocket, quick None o
the rest IS seed you"
Shorty fling the bottle down and ordered
the man off his horse. The quilt was exam
ined. 1t contained halfdozen more TASKS.
each holding = halfpint of throat-scorch
and at least two fights, :" Us Shorty expressed
it. A clumsy leather continuance lay on the
names of the mule. Flasks were found
underneath this, and the man himself was
More TASKS were pulled out from