The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1905-01-20

blowing a roll call on an old army
bugle Under his arm was a tattered
Confederate flag.
whats up today p Kenner asked him
as he came into the office and stood
towering over the stove.
"Nothin' but meetin' O. the veter-
ans of our camD-the joseph e. JOB
ston. sir. Pm goin' up now to stick
the flag on the gate at the courthouse.
We intend to see about who's goin'
10 the reunion In Atlanta next spring:
thar's a sight O. the boys that want
to go, but cayn't raise the scads. Wen
chip In an send the most deservlH, Ell
our women folks go hungry this win
ter. Thar was a lie af1oat in the
newspapers awhile back that some mig
ger went off after the war an got rich
AM come back home jest in time to
buy his old master suit O. clothes an
nay his way to reunion. Eff thar was
a man in our camp that I'd go that
away, we'd send i'm in tar an feath-
ers, an on rail at that"
"Oh, come off, Bas." Kenner laughed,
as he looked around at George ana
Hillyer at their desks. That's a old
Yankee army overcoat you got on
right now. You've had it dyed with
Iogwood, but I'd know it by that long
cape"
"Yes. that's what it is" admitted
Truitt sheepishly. 1.-THE Yankee that
owned 1t died at my house while was
Off In the war. 1t was the only thing
he left that was any account, an my
women folks had fed an pampered i'm
ND with all they could rake an scrape
in the neighborhood, goin' without
themselves beca'se he was so bad on.
After he died they put this coat away
in camphor to keep the moths ont Of It.
The blame garment eat up quarters
with year fer ten year, an ever win
ter I had row with my women folks
beca'se I wouldn't wear it. Finally.
I agreed eff they nd dye it so none o
my crowd nd fergit the war was over
. an shoot me. I'd put it on. My women
folks tuck me up, but they wouldnt
make a fortune runnin' a dye mousse
This drafted thing has spilled twenty
Sunday shirts fer me. Tother day
WDen i WeIlI Ill JllC luCCllh AAONSN 49,
of a shower o. rain. left streak 9
black ink from the door to the amen
corner"
"Whar did you git that bugleT" Ken
ner questioned II know you neve'
bowed 1t in the army"
mo; Tired Langston had 1t when he
was bugler in our company, an he give
a., tn victorian INN
he said his boys hadn't a sign O re
spect fer what it had been through, an
used It to call the dogs to go possun
huntin'. He said his gals tied gray
ribbon about 1t an hung 1t up on the
wall. but the boys wouldn't let 1t stay
thar. They treated his canteen jest az
bad. They toted it about with moon
shine whisky In 1t till it sprung
leak, an then they hung 1t up on
tree an shot more holes in it. reckon
am sight, totin' a reb nag an
bugle with a Yankee overcoat on. bu
they tell me the wars over.
81 reckon you went through the thici
Of it." said the cotton buyer tenta
lively:
money, an offered to swap beef fe
the pies; he refused to trade. The
we put i'm on his sway backed hos
an loaded I'm back and front wit
bloody beef an tpP i'm eff he didn
make tracks we'd shoot at the bee
But we didn't have time to eat til
pies even. fer the thing had begun
Folks has often axed me what battl
was like. l couldn't tell you. 1t jes
made a -ooo-ooo-ooo-like
. harrycane rippin' gullies In the cart
an sweepin' away trees, rocks, hill
an everything in its track, an on sh
come! l hain't here to he-i wa
scared clean down into my SOCK
When they hove into sight round tn
mill in the sun, couldn't see nothil
but a solid bank O. silver. By gum,
hooked like thar was enough bayon'
p'ints displayed thar to stab all II
Aies in the universe. l seed our gel
eral xh4sat that time: he wes a-settil
81 got as mucn 1gnt as l cared re
ut Bakers creek" answered the vete
an. "Cnr boys was about starved
death on short rations, an we ha
lest got hold of lot O. fresh beef whe
we got the call to arms. our cOson'
told us we'd better take some Of til
beef with us. an me n another felle
was atfillin' our knapsacks when til
Teller all at once said to me, Look .
here, Bias, the odds is agin us, an
hain't a-goiR to let no bluecoat ketc
me with Dassle O. raw beef in m
knaI elck,' an, he th'owed the; met
down. l followed suit Jest then.
all the hurlybuviy o. gfttin' ready.
man rid In with big basket o pit
TO sell u.s. We wanted the pies an l
wahted money! we didn't have n
On his boss q chawiR tobacco an spi
tin' oyer Its head; he was as Good as
cucumber; looked like he was tei
tryin' to study what would be the rigi
thing to do. He was q daisy; part II
Jun, an not afeard o God Aimisht
Geein, him that away made me sort
Ashamed, an's plunged In. At fast
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