The National tribune., 1900-03-22
Roll on. silver moon.

Roll on. silver moon.
Guide the traveller on his way,
While the nightiagalc's song is in tune.
But never. never more, with my true love
I'll stray
BY the soft. silver iight o. the moon"
SAY, Yank." called out the guard. turn
ing his eyes and attention toward HIM
that thar's n monty good song an chuae.
Sing hit agin. SOS kin learn hit"
You bet it's mighty good song" said
Shorty, watching another clod slip up into
place. Latest thing out. Writ by the
boss poet in the United States-Shakspere
| thinks his name. Tune built by Ole
Bull, the boss fiddler First sung by Jenny
Lind to 10000 people in New York. People
paid $40 apiece greenbacls to hear her sing
it. Barnum bought a three-tent circus
with the money ne made"
Then he boisterously rolled the silver
moon through another verse.
Yes, Stree. that thar IS great. and no
mistake" said the guard, laying his gun
down on the top of the timbers, and leaning
over to catch the words and tune better.
sing hit agin, Mister, an sing hit slow,
SOS | kin learn hit"
Shorty saw another clod go into place.
which almost closed the crevice, and he
gave the evening luminary a vigorous roll
| through another verse
| a rebel Sergeant climbed up into the
perch. and asked the guard what he was
| talking with the prisoners about.
| stay, Sinner, Stay" roared Shorty, in
| ms best imitation of a camp-meeting tune
of some kind Graham gave the string
attached to Sis ankle warning pull But
| 81 put in the final clod, and then fixed the
board into the ground in such way as to
| hold his work in place.
| There come some rebels" Shorty heard
the men around say, as he stopped to take
a long breath for another effort He looked
in the direction indicated, and saw Tibbetts
| and another rahal WALKING dOyyr {T,Sida
the dead-line. Tibbetts had ramrod in
his hand, and had evidently been probing
the ground in search of tunnels.
"Hurrah, hurrah, for Southern Rights,
! hurrah,
Hurrah fot the Bonnie Blue Flag. thai
| bears a single star"
roared Shorty in his best approximation to
the favorite tune of the rebels.
Say, you git out O. my tent at once. con-
sarn you" said the boy with the banjo
angFiy- anEf dy t,t You can can't sing no sich rebel
Stop that, you scoundrel, Stop it. you
Internal sucker. Kill him, Kill the rebel
whelp," shouted the sick men lying around.
as they reached for something to throw at
| the singer.
Shorty stepped out of the tent as Tibbetts
"What're yo' doin' over hyar so fur from
yer Detachmint?" Tibbetts asked.
4 noticed a feller in there with banjo,
and | went in to sing little with him.
They're about to mob me for signin' the
Bonnie Blue Flag What're you doin'
over here?"
! Bin lookin' around and punchin' IN the
ground fer tunnels, but haint found none.
Don't believe hits no use to go any fIrder.
Sakes alive, amt hit hot? I'm a-gwins
back ter find a shade somewhar an lay
down. I've worked hard enough fer one
day. See yO' this eyenir'"
| To Shorty's great relief he turned around
and walked away. Shorty tuned up to
give the silvery moon another whirl But
| Graham came up
| THAT was a close call" he said. But
we're all right. got the thing all fixed up,
and've knocked off until night. I wouldn't
enough else to stand"
(To be continued.)