The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1901-10-10
ed him, though suspect the name was

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OF some good southern Family who had
disgraced himself with his peers and
become leader Of those who were,
like himself devoid Of principle. but
in other ways his interiors. JaQueline
must have OWNED as much, for no
sooner was she on terra flrma than she
slipped her arm through his and clung
to him cOnfidlngly. Pete Halliday, who
seemed to be the next member Of the
band In Importance after the captain,
awkwardly attempted to gain some
mark Of her favor, but JaQuclhe. with
woman's quick Intuition. knew thnt If
any one was to be relied on 1t was Rim
gold and declined attention from any
! other.
"Who ar yo'? Whar did yo' come
from? What yo' doin hyarT she asked
! In her usual quick way. "IIaln't go
goin t join our boys an fight TO the
bonny blue fag?"
| The captain looked bit uncomfOrta-
bic, and as she had asked several Qucs-
tions to which reply would be in or
der he replied to none.
"Can't yo' sing the 'Bonny Blue Flag
| TO 'cm. Jack?" asked Helen. "Rcckon
yo'd like to hear her" she added to the
| group. shes right smart at singin."
"Reckon.' said Jack. "D'yo' want to
| hear 't?'
The men were too stupid or rather,
! had not the politcncss to say they did
| They stood and gapcd. Jack. who
| could easily see under her enforced
| gaycty was badly frightened, made n
| desperate effort and began to sing. but
| her voice was SO thin and trembling
| that thought every moment she would
break down. However, when she came
to the last stanZa she had regaincd
something OF confidence and ended the
| song pretty we'll.
She had scarcely finished when We
heard picking OF banjo strings.
| looked up and saw a boy and Il negro
advancing toward us. was not long
In recognizing Buck and Ginger. the
latter drumming the instrument as he
came on.
"Whar's house TO- t. git supperT"
called the boy.
Dunno. Hunt yer own supper" re,
piled one Of the men.
"Hain't you uns got nothin thar t
spar'?"
Reckon. but we hain't goin ter
spar t."
Buck started toward the camp, and
Ginger followed him.
'1'm a-takln this nlgger t. Sparty
Hes sold"
"Haln't yo' got that nigger often 20
hands yitT called Pete Halliday.
Buck looked at the speaker In as
sumed surprise. "Waal, now, you uns
mus be the men we met yistd'y.
Haint yo' got yo' man often yo' hands
yitT
A grin passed over the faces Of the
men.
Don't yo' mind bout that man." re-
piled Pete Halliday, "er yo'll git inter
trouble"
"Whar does the nigger blong?" ask
ed the captain.
"I'm takin him ter Sparty."
"Yo' don't keep him under close
watch" said Pete.
"Oh, he hain't no runaway nigger.
He's got me in charges much's l got
him. He's b'longed to the fambly
since befo' was borned"
BY this time the travellers had reach
ed the camp, Bucks intelligent face
contrasting with the stupid look which
the negro was assuming.
The man who cooked for the band
was busying himself preparing supper.
With one accord the two girls took hold
to help him. He at once dropped his
implements and gave way, while all
stood gaping at the unusual sight Of
Two women who, unasked. were cook
Ing a meal for them. Helen occupied
herself over the fire and managed an
Eon skillet. the only cooking utensil
camp aa de1terously as chef. Jack
}ook the tin dishes that composed the
Kit and set the table," an act hitherto
unknown at guerrilla meals. Then,
When supper was ready, they insisted
upon waiting OIL the men. No one OBJ
Jected to this save the captain, who
Dy his protest a second time indicated
that he had seen better days and
knew something Of Difference to wo.
men.
The meal ended, the girls insisted on
Washing the sdlshes.E When there was
"o uiofe work ito do. Jack sang out:
"Cfar the way. you@uns, an IN a,ve
70 q dance"