The National tribune., 1901-05-23

from other parts of the State. is juss
awful. | tell you. Never see anything
like il in the decent country,
who are You calling sand-hiIlerY
she retorted. You stuek-up, goober-eat.
ing. sorghum-drinking trash. Go right
along, now. Git often the porch this
minute. Don't you dare try to come into
the house. or I'll baste you with this
poking- stick, and report you to your Col
onel, and have you tied up by the thumbs
as | did them other imperdent whelps,
follered them right into camp, and pica-
ed EN- out, right afore his eyes. jess I'll
do you, il you don't mosey right off. Go,
l tell you agin."
You're nothing but an old hen your-
SELF, said Sandy, apparently flushing up
into anger, to deny your miserable chick
ems to dying men. You know you ain's
telling the truth. You've got -
what's that you say, you owdashus
blackguard, she shouted, rushing at him
with the pOking stick. Tell me / lie.
Git often the porch, afore L break youa
head"
As she cleared the door Pete and Un-
valance. They might miss other things,
but when either OF them reached foe
chickens, the chickens came.
Each brought out three pullets in his
sure grasp, and wrung off their heads as
he ran down the porch, and jumped into
his saddle.
There's some genuine Yankee coffes,T
said Sandy, finging his haversack to her,
as he ran after them. ''ThatH mora
than pay you for your old chickens.
We're not rebels, madam. We're Yam
KEGS. Sherman's menI HOoray for the
Unionr'
To think sobbed the woman, sur.
veying the heads in tears and rage, "how
much trouble I've bin to for weeks drivins
them chickens in under the bed at night
and every time / seen Soljer coming
down the road. The wars an awful hard
thing on us poor wimmen. What'n the
der"
What's that that little feIIer said
when he flung that bag at me?" she pres.
emily said, recovering from her tempest
OF grief, and catching the odor of coffes
fee there? Why, declare. so there is.
More'n a quartz Ny, don't hit smell
bettern anything else in the world? I'll
go right in and make me some. But
whar in the world'll git an aig to cl'ar
hit with? And them fellers was not our
folks at all, but Yankees, Laws-a-mas-
sy, I'm awful glad | didn't know hit
afore. I'd a bin skeered to death as
70 what they wuz a-gwine to do to me.
Wen, they're gone anyway. I'll go right
In and make me some coffee. Haint had
mouthful for years"
or it back at the stockade. Each Ons
had worked with the utmost zeal to do
everything possible for the poor fellows
they had found, and Surgeon Brooks was
tireless in helping, directing and minis
tering. There was none of his femilins
daintiness in the way he attacked the
most noisome things, handled the ulcer
ated limbs and went boldly among tha
swarming vermin.
The burning cabins and shacks filed
the air with smoke, and diffused a strong,
resinous odor everywhere. As night cams
on the scene was lurid and forbidding.
horse was heard coming at a sharu
pace, and as 81 and Shorty picked up
their guns and stood expectant, Miss So
phronla Sutton rode into the strong light
OF the fire by which they were standing,
listening to Surgeon Brookss final direc-
tions for the night. His face was grim.
ed with sweat mingled with the SCOT from
the pitch-pine, and his hands We're soiIed
and limp from much hard work
%, Augustus" shrieked Miss Sophron.
Ia, springing from her saddle, and rush.
ing toward him, "are you safe and we'll?
Men have been running past the house
all day telling of the awful fighting down
here, until | just couldn't stand It any
longer, and had to come and see how you
We're"
"Phrony," he shouted in alarm. rais-
ing his hand to warn her back hDon's
come nigh me. I'm fuller Of bugs than
the Land of Egypt ever was, and they're
worse kind. Get back off that pile OF
pine needles. It's swarming with them.,
(To be continued.)