The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1903-01-08

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COntemp plating Inc horrors Of my Sititd-
tom
of some good southern family who had
dlsgraced himself with his peers and
become leader Of those who were,
Ike himself, devoid of principle, but
in other ways his interiors. Jaquelne
must have OWNED as much, for no
sooner was she on terra tirma than she
slipped her arm through his and chung
to him confidingly. 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 JaquclIne, with
woman's quick intuition, knew that If
any one was to be relied on it was Rim
gold and declined attention from any
other.
"Who ar yo'? Whar did yo' come
from? What yo' doin hyarY she asked
In her usual quick way. "ITaint yo'
goln t join our boys an fight TO the
bonny blue fagW
The captain looked bit uncomforta-
BILE, and as she had asked several ques-
lions to which n reply would be in or
der he replied to none.
Cant yo' sing the 'Bonny Blue Flag
TO- 'em, JackY' asked Helen. Reckon
yo'd like to hear her." she added to the
group. "She's right smart at singin."
Reckon" said Jack. "D'yo want to
hear 'tW
The men were too stupid or, rather
had not the politencss to say they did.
They stood and gaped. Jack, who |
could easily see under her enforced
gayety was badly frightened, made 4
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 rcgalned
something Of confidence and ended the
song pretty well.
She had scarcely finished when we
heard a picking of banjo strings. |
looked up and saw a boy and a 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 supper"
called the boy.
"Dunno. Hunt yer own supper" re-
piled one Of the men.
"Haln'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.
I'm a-takIn this niger t Sparty.
He's sold"
"Haint yo' got that niger often yo
hands yit" called Pete Halliday.
Buck looked at the speaker in as
sumed surprise. WAL. now. you uns
mus be the men we met ystld'y.
Haln't 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 niger b'long" 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 niger.
He's got me In charges much's got
him. He's b'longcd to the family
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. lie 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
iron skillet. the only cooking utensl
camp. as dexterOusly as a chef. Jack
took 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 on the men. No one oh.
jected to this save the captain, who
by his protest a second time indicated
that he had seen better days and
knew something OF Difference to wo-
men.
Tue meal ended. the girls insisted on
FRO BE Continued