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Nes HU : Pm Mi. a is with Wayne himself, and no one else will serve. We'll wait. When’ll he be back, d’ye think?” ‘Right soon, I reckon,” replied the guard. “T been walking this danged post for several hundred hours since sunset, so it must be nigh supper-time now.”’ “And, of course,”’ sneered Riddle easily, “ye can count on him being back for rations.” “Well, and if he is,” the sentry rounded on him angrily, “‘they’ll be no more nor better than what ye’ll draw yourselves!”’ “Dot’s true,’”’ said the Moravian solidly. “Yes, and this is true, too!” snapped the sentry. ‘His wife sent him a turkey, the night past, for a New Year’s gift, but, when they rode off to the hospital this morning, the orderly was a-carrying of it. The staff had hog and hominy at two, just like the rest of us.” There was a moment’s pause, and then Riddle acquiesced as easily as he had sneered. He was notable for an agile mind. “Ay, Anthony’s always taken what was served, whether it were pudding or shot.” ‘‘And there’s no denying that he’s labored to get us what we ought to have,” conceded Barstow. ‘“’Tain’t no fault of his’n that things have come to such a pass.” “Ye'll be a deputation, then?” asked the vel 0% S Pe : € Ed e | Z sentry with anxious interest. “TI thought I heard a deal of shouting a while back.”’ ‘““Ay, we be a deputation,” said Riddle, nervously important, “from the six regi- ments of the Pennsylvania Line, regularly elected and app’inted in meeting assembled to come afore Anthony Wayne, and lay the facts of the case afore him.” ‘Dot’s true,’ nodded Holtzburg. ‘“‘And the facts of the case is this,” said Riddle: ‘Anthony Wayne, or no Anthony Wayne, we ain’t a-going to be come Yankee over no longer!” ‘And dot’s true, too,” said Holtzburg. “T’m a-going to tell Anthony Wayne,” went on Riddle, ‘that the men of this Line ain’t a-going to eat hog and hominy, /og and hominy, HOG AND HOMINY--till they never want to fatten shoat again!” “There’s another man from my company down with scurvy,” said Barstow. “If they start a-dropping teeth now, what’ll it be like come the end of the winter?” ‘Sure, it’s this unseasonable weather,”’ said the guard. ‘Green Christmas, many graves.”’ “Ugh, lean forage iills them graves,” grunted Riddle. ‘’Tain’t the weather, for which I’m main grateful, considering there ain’t but one blanket to three men in the 6th. We’re sitting up of nights about the fires.”’ COMmicoo S CO