冠亚入驻

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stn't call me mister. Mustn't call nobody mister in the army. My name's Sergeant Klegg. This other man is Corporal Elliott, You must always call us by those names, When you speak to either of us you m came viands of rare appetency."Gracious, how good these beans taste," murmured Harry Joslyn, calling for a second plateful; "never knowed beans to taste so good before. Wonder how they cook 'em? We'll 冠亚入驻rather watch her than eat his breakfast, but when her glance turned toward him he would drop his eyes to his plate. This became plain to everybody, even Maria, but did not prevent her beginning to te

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Si was beside him."What's up?" inquired Si, rubbing his eyes."Nothin', I believe," answered Shorty. "But hold the boys and I'll go out and see."He strode forward to Jim's side and demanded what he ha s, and next instant another volley. The two sprang to the door and looked out. Not a sign of a rebel anywhere. Si went up one side of the car, Shorty the other. They ran along the tops of the cars, st I hadn't no idee cream spiled coffee so. Why, this coffee's the best stuff I ever drunk. Beats maple sap, or cider through a straw, all holler. That's good enough for boys. This 's what men and soldie

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rather watch her than eat his breakfast, but when her glance turned toward him he would drop his eyes to his plate. This became plain to everybody, even Maria, but did not prevent her beginning to te

e train to set it on fire. We shot him. Was that all right?""Perfectly," said Si. "Was there any more with him?""No. We looked around for others, but couldn't find none. That's what kept up so long."" goin' forward o' the train, because we all struck much nearer than we expected to that nigger on a mule, and scared his mule nigh out o' his skin. We really didn't intend no harm.""Where did you git c cruits were rioting, and had killed a citizen, and I was sent down here on the run to stop it and arrest the men. This Sergeant, who seems to be in command, refuses to go with me.""I tell you, Major," -breaker," he hissed at Shorty when they found themselves momentarily alone. "I writ you that letter, and it nearly killed me—brung me down with the measles, and you never sent me that gun. But I'll f arther away, and suddenly the mob began running in wild confusion, while into the glare swept a line of soldiers, charging with fixed bayonets."A train came in while I was at the depot," the Sheriff e he conductor, as the boys were being formed on the bank, preparatory to entering the cars. "I s'pose it's to go over there and put in a week o' hard work rebuildin' that bridge. Have you got any axes

activity, and eager to get where they could see "real war.""Say, mister," said the irrepressible five-footer, who had first spoken to Si; "we've bin awful anxious for you to come and take us to our re ns rifled or smooth-bore?""How much powder did it take to load them?""How hard did they kick when they were fired?""Did they have flint-locks or caps?""Did they ever fire chain-shot, which would cut d

ir breakfast, Sergeant, and they'll be all right."That's what I've bin tryin' to do for the last two hours," said Si, as he saluted the Surgeon, departing with his ambulances and men. "'Tention. Confo When he had gathered them there he demanded:"Now, I want to know at once what this means?" Little Pete Skidmore again became the spokesman of the abashed crowd."Why, them men back there on the switch k. If you begin any shootin' we'll begin right into your crowd, and we'll make you sick. There's some warnin' that means somethin'.""Your blood be on your own heads, then, you brass-button despots," s kept glancing at the door for her own reappearance. She carried in the next plate of cakes herself, and though they were a little scorched, Shorty ate them with more zest than any of their predecessor

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