The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1898-02-17

"No. STREE" said he, emphatiCally.
Is Don't you never take no trunk nor no box.
Don't you take nothin' that you can't hang
on to, and keep your eye on every minute.
/ think the Army o. the Cumberland is the
most bonestest army in the whole world. I'd
knock any man down in minute that limited
thsre was single thief in it. All the same,
the only sure way to keep anything you want
is to never let 20 of it for second. You'd
better only take a carpetsack, and look
mighty sharp after that the nearer you git
to the army. Keep one eve on it all the time
after you cross the Ohio River, and both eyes
on it when you git to Murfreesboro.
week later "a strongly built. farmer-look-
ing man entered the Nashville train ut Louis
vile and looked anxiously around among the
crowd of soldiers with which it was filled.
His full, resolute face was destitute of whis-
kers, except cfump of sandy hair on his
chin. He wore coarse but warm overcoat
a black slouch hat. around his neck was a
voluminous yarn comforter. and mittens of
the same generous proportions were on his
hands, one OF which held a bullying blue UNI
brella and the other q large striped carpet
sack.
He found a vacant seat beside a rough-look
ing soldier, who had evidently been drinking,
heavy, well-oiled boots, stuck his umbrella
beside it. unwound his comforter, laid it back
on his shoulders, took off his mittens, I'M
buttoned his overcOat, and took from his
pocket long plug of navy tobacco, from
which he cut off liberal chew and then
courteously rendered knife and plug to MS
neighbor, with The remark:
:" Have q chaw, stranger"
The soldier took the plug, cut it In two,
put the bigger part in his own pocket, sliced
liberal portion off the other for his own
mouth, and then rather reluctantly handed
the remainder, with the knife, back to Mr..
Klegg, without so much as . thankee."
manners seem a little different in the
army from what they are in Injianny, y
thought Mr.. Klegg; but mebbe the soldier:
| not had chance to git any terbacker for q
| long time"
He chewed meditatively for some minutes
and then made another friendly advance
toward his seat-partner
S'pose we'll start purity soon, won't We
stranger?"
The devil you do" responded the other
surlily, and sending over a strong whisky
| breath. Don't know much about thi;
blamed old start-when-it-pleases and stop
when you don't want to railroad. Wei
| start when some young sardine with shoulder
straps finishes his breakfast, and stop wher
John Morgan tears up the track. If yot
didn't feed your hogs any better'n this trair
runs. old Hayseed, they'd starve to death in ;
| month"
He amt jest what you'd call perlite,
thought Mr.. Klegg, as he meditatively chewet
| for little while longer. But mebbe that
the way in the army Probably Sis got jes
| that way too"
| He chewed meditatively for few minute
| longer. The air was getting very redolent o
the fumes from his neighbor's breath. .
| hope ST amt got to drinking like that" h'
| sighed as a particularly strong Whit reached
him. If he has, won't rest minute till Pv'
yanked him up before Gen. Rosecrans ant
made him take the pledge. Gen. Rosecran
can't afford to have officers around him wh'
drink. 'Taint right to trust mems lives t.
| 'em"
Say, ole Sorrel-top" said the soldier, turn
ing toward him, give us another bite o tina
| terbacker O. yours, will you?"
| Mr.. Klegg did not like the tone nor tn
manner, but he produced his tobacco, and be
gan prudentIy clipping off fair-sized che7
for his companion himself
80, the devil, that amt no chaw," salt
the other, pulling the tobacco and knife from
his hand. Don't be stingy with your ter