The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1915-08-26

REMINISCENCES
s;s,s:;s = ef Paul Ferrell :; ssss:s

fire dey WILL ommenc to fire on uS,
p dey doan rade over an try, as day
thinked. to sprise us?" Else hungry" I
SEQ. DE young mars will be redy to
drop OF his boss; he been in de saddle
TWO days and mites: most crowd to 1t
by dis time n he will be SO hungry. I
amt afeard oh de Lincums. I is gwine
ter start de fire." mo, you won't, long
as Use by yer. Who Is you anyhow
SEE he. You tel me fust who you is,
you mought be a spy, an jes' ar tafkin'
IKE a niger. I can't see you," seq I.
OF de Lord. Use a. ciple Of ole Brudder
Ferrell. Of Kanetucky," an am q
teechin de gospel Of demnashun to de
sinner" Is you now?" I cried. Dat
Is strange fur yer brudder Ferrel war
my own daddy" e I.
/ tell you dat man flung his arms
bout me an mos squzzed de BRET out OBJ
me, he wer SO glad. A shell JUS den
com rippin' ober our led an bust quite
away frum US. We frow ourseIfs down
on de ground, an lay close togedder. I
fergits | wus hungry; arter a while /
thinks bout 1t. IT'S hungry nuf to eat q
rat" ses I. Dat So" SEES he. Da's nigh
! wat I got. AS I wus a-creepin'
along on de groun to keep lem Dustin
shells from hittin' me-. I cum cross dis
pouch. wat sum pore solger drapped,
and in 1t wus dis jack rabbit, a hal
cooked. I vide it wild you as you'ze's
.Brudder Ferrell's son." II ment 10
save 1t for my Mars Cleve, who been
feedin' on green corn dot he gifts as he
is alayin' in de cohn fele. He am a
s~harpshooter. and hat to hide hissef
fore he shoots. He had been wounded
In de arm and were kiyered wild blood
and dust when I seed him las. He
sed his wound was not scius; but I
worries bout him. He say a LUIS stay
In de rear, Parson-he 1ubs to cal me
dat-ne says IL / gifts ktld say a prar
ober me an see me kivered up IN sum
kline OBJ grave so o kin teP mefker;
an doan We. ferget yore young massar
Wot gfbbed you all yer time to sarve
pore Brudder Rerrell wuz if I amt set
no title to smysef. A big shell cum agAM'
an busted not far ffum us. It tore
up lie grow and sent de sBlinters d
flynn. Cum long, niger, I Put ut OF
trus' in de Lord, but he gin me my legs
to run wild, and lie gwine to use 'ern
too. Which Is de rear. you spose?"
be kilt. oh. Lord. oh, Lord!' he sed.
The shells now flew thick. Lay on me,
Paul; civer me up" q m he scream,
TIE hit, lie hit" Lay close to de Hi,
an de shells will go over u.s." T sed,
Wollys of musketry ratified about III
everywhere fur about hat hour.
I nebber seed nobody shuck so as de
Parson did. It was dark as pitch. /
was lynn mos on top OBJ de Parson,
to tect him frum de shots. We WIZ
clost by de side Of a big tree what was
lynn on de groun, and dat help't 'tect
us, too. Oh, de bangtn' of de guns and
de Dustin of de shells was awful I
'spected to be tuck prisoner ebbry min
nit. I thinked dem was de Lincums,
I Nfn1a pc rcnn In q ryh3cra~. GT4 -yn.
make such a fuss a gronin' dey fine
US out sho' and tuck us prisoners. Lay
To-, niger, sumbody's mos agin us-s
hi" JUS den I hearn a bugle call. 7
know'd our men wus nigh by. Iknow'd
dat wus our cavelry call, an sho' nuf,
mex mint Mars and Gen'l Lee was dar
a ginnin' orders. Day wus our skir-
mishers, wat I fine out wus chasin a
lot of Lincums, but de bush was so
thick and night SO dark dey got away.
Soon campfres was lit, guards mounud
an de tired men jes' flung theyselfeS
on de groun' to sleep widout
e'tin' muffin. Den wat you tink de Par
son do? He jes' got up an he praise
hissef, sed he wussent skeered. He
know'd all de time de angels OBJ de
Lord was a TOXIN keer Of him. But
Paul wus skeerd orful, becaze he want
no 'ciple oh de Lord, If his daddy wuz,
I jes iissened. I never sed muffin, but
I 'membered poor dad allus tole US,
DE debil Tub a liar" and I thinked he
mus sot great store by de Parson, fur
he We're a-lyin' fur all he wus wuf.
But I fergin him. dough. He was SO
skeered, I s'pose, he thinked T wus
too, and den he stuck to lii young
marsar clean frew de war, an den in
de very las fight we had dey was bot
killed togedder by de Dustin OBJ a shell,
as he wus a-brtngtn' his poor young
massa off de field wounded; an dis
shell u rite by dare side, and dey
nebber know wa kilt dem. I hearn
a messmate Of hisern say. Days boff
berrid by dare white folks In de SOL
gers berrying groun', and dey rig a
monument over dem bot. An poor
Parson carved 1t, too. And I hops he
and his yung marsa is in hebben, whar
NANNY and daddy is. and I hopes to
fine EN- some day.